He don't come here for me." This sudden elegance of language, and Jael's tone of dignified despondency, silenced Grace, somehow, and made her thoughtful.

She avoided the subject for several days.

Indeed, when Saturday came, not a word was said about the defaulter: it was only by her sending for Jael to sit with her, and by certain looks, and occasional restlessness, she betrayed the slightest curiosity or expectation.
Jael sat and sewed, and often looked quickly up at the window, as some footstep passed, and then looked down again and sighed.
Young Little never came.

He seemed to have disappeared from both their lives; quietly disappeared.
Next day, Sunday, Jael came to Miss Carden, after morning church, and said, meekly, "if you please, miss, may I go home ?" "Oh, certainly," said Grace, a little haughtily.

"What for ?" Jael hung her head, and said she was not used to be long away.