"I ain't lookin' at you, child. I've jest come home from meetin'. I guess you've been asleep."
"I haven't been asleep a minute. I heard you open the outside door."
Mrs. Field's hand verged toward the letter in her pocket. Then she began untying her bonnet.
Lois arose, and lighted another lamp. "Well, I guess I'll go to bed," said she.
"Wait a minute," her mother returned.
Lois paused inquiringly.
"Never mind," her mother said, hastily. "You needn't stop. I can tell you jest as well tomorrow."
"What was it?"
"Nothin' of any account. Run along."