At the barnyard gate her father stopped her--he looked
worried.
"Jack Hale's jus' been over hyeh." June caught her breath sharply.
"Has he gone?" The old man was watching her and she felt it.
"Yes, he was in a hurry an' nobody knowed whar you was. He jus'
come over, he said, to tell me to tell you that you could go back
to New York and keep on with yo' singin' doin's whenever you
please. He knowed I didn't want you hyeh when this war starts fer
a finish as hit's goin' to, mighty soon now. He says he ain't
quite ready to git married yit. I'm afeerd he's in trouble."
"Trouble?"
"I tol' you t'other day--he's lost all his money; but he says
you've got enough to keep you goin' fer some time. I don't see why
you don't git married right now and live over at the Gap."
June coloured and was silent.
"Oh," said the old man quickly, "you ain't ready nuther,"--he
studied her with narrowing eyes and through a puzzled frown--"but
I reckon hit's all right, if you air goin' to git married some
time."
"What's all right, Dad?" The old man checked himself:
"Ever' thing," he said shortly, "but don't you make a fool of
yo'self with a good man like Jack Hale.
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