That's all there is 'bout it. She don't care two
snaps for Mike, an' I reckon he don't want no looking after anyway."
"No, indeed," answered the other; "I take the best of care of him. Miss
Panney must be dreadful afraid of our young lady, eh?"
"That's jes' what she is," said Phoebe. "I wonder she didn't take Mr.
Hav'ley along with her when she went to the seashore."
La Fleur's eyes sparkled.
"Now come, Phoebe," said she; "what on earth did she want you to do
here?"
Phoebe took a long draught of tea, and put down the cup, with a sigh
of content.
"Oh, nothin'," said she. "She jes' wanted me to spy round, an' see if Mr.
Hav'ley an' Miss Drane was fallin' in love with each other, an' then I
was to go an' tell her about it the mornin' before she started. Now I'll
have to keep it 'til she comes back, but I reckon thar ain't nothin' to
tell about."
La Fleur laughed. "Nothing at all," said she. "You might stay here a week
and you wouldn't see any lovemaking between those two. They don't as much
as think of such a thing.
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