"Not a word! I won't hear it. What are neighbors for?"
"You are so kind that I can't—But I have to be going now. The folks at home will be worrying about me."
Grandma rose abruptly and took Scarlett by the arm.
"You two stay here," she commanded, pushing Scarlett toward the back porch. "I have a private word for this child. Help me down the steps, Scarlett."
Young Miss and Sally said good-by and promised to come calling soon. They were devoured by curiosity as to what Grandma had to say to Scarlett but unless she chose to tell them, they would never know. Old ladies were so difficult, Young Miss whispered to Sally as they went back to their sewing.
Scarlett stood with her hand on the horse's bridle, a dull feeling at her heart.
"Now," said Grandma, peering into her face, "what's wron
