unt.

"I's to be sick for a long time," exclaimed he, "and mammy will step to
the grave most any day ... I wants pert fingers to put the plasters on
my cuts."

Here he groaned and fought for the cloth, the salt tears scorching the
rents in the skin as they rolled hot from the red eye and soaked into
the plasters. The squatter girl mechanically wiped away the tears,
turning again.

"Myry air pert," she said, halting in the door. "She air more than
that--her fingers air lovin' ones. These," and she held up her two brown
hands, "would be hurtin' ye, cause I hates ye so."

* * * * *

Tessibel and Myra walked away from Ben's hut in silence, up the ragged
rocks to the Longman shanty.

"Ben were askin' to marry yer, Tess, weren't he?" demanded Myra as they
approached the door.

Tess nodded.

"Were he sayin' as how ye could take care of him?"

"Yep."

"Be ye goin' to?" The intense longing and misery in her voice made Tess
gasp:

"Nope, he air too mean a cuss to live. If he air the brat's pa, let the
brat's ma take care of him. The brat air a good little devil."

Mrs. Longman was moving about in the loft overhead when the two girls
entered the shanty.

Tess went to the wooden box and looked down upon the small, pinched face
of the sleeping infant. The babe had worn out his little lungs,
screeching in his pain, the small faded eyes rolling backward as he
slept.

The young mother came quietly to the side of her Squatter friend.

"If the brat dies," she began in a low, tense tone, "be ye goin' to
marry Ben Letts?"

"Nope, I ain't never goin' to marry nobody!"

"Yep, ye will, when ye gets done bein' a baby!"

Tess drew her eyes from the dozing infant and glanced at Myra.

"I wants a Bible," said she deliberately.

"What for?"

"To read out of!"

"Can ye read?"

"Nope, not much, but I can spell out words, and write a bit. And the
Bible says as how, if ye seeks, ye'll find what ye seeks."

The shining eyes were sending a truthful message into the heart of the
young mother.

"That ain't nothin' to do with Ben Letts," muttered Myra.

"Yep, it air," insisted Tess. "It says what ye seeks ye find. Ain't ye
seekin' Ben Letts?"

"I knows where he air already," sullenly replied Myra.

"But ye can seek his lovin's, can't ye?... I's a seekin' Daddy--and
somethin' else."

"What?"

"To be readin' and writin' like--like the minister's gal does. I air
a-seekin' it every day!