You talk like an
ancient dame."
Kitty smiled, but her eyes had a slumbering look as if she was half
dreaming. "That's the mistake most of you make--men and women. There's
such a thing as instinct, and there's such a thing as keeping your eyes
open."
"What did Mrs. Crozier say when you told her about opening that five-
year-old letter? Did she hate you?"
Kitty nodded with wistful whimsicality. "For a minute she was like an
industrious hornet. Then I made her see she wouldn't have been here at
all if I hadn't opened it. That made, her come down from the top of her
nest on the church-spire, and she said that, considering my
opportunities, I was not such an aboriginal after all."
"Now, look you, Saphira, prospective wife of Ananias, she didn't say
that, of course. Still, it doesn't matter, does it? The point is,
suppose he opens that letter now."
"If he does, he'll probably not go with her. It was a letter that would
send a man out with a scalping-knife. Still, if Mr. Crozier had his
land-deal through he might not read the letter as it really is. His
brain wouldn't then be grasping what his eyes saw."
"He hasn't got his land-deal through. He told me so just now before he
saw her."
"Then it's ora pro nobis--it's pray for us hard," rejoined Kitty
sorrowfully.
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