"Ro'--Robelia an' me? Eh, ye'--yass'm, as you may say, in a manneh,
yass'm."

"She is your sister, is she not?"

"Yass'm," clapped in Robelia, with a happy grin, and Euonymus quietly
added:

"Us full sisteh an' brotheh--in a manneh."

"Umh'm. Could you drive my coach, Euonymus?"

"What, me, mist'ess? Why, eh, o' co'se I kin drive _some_, but--" The
soft, honest eyes, seeking Robelia's, betrayed a mental conflict. I
guessed there were more than two runaways, and that Euonymus was
debating whether for Robelia's sake to go with me and leave the others
behind, or not.

"You kin drive de coach," blurted the one-ideaed Robelia. "You knows
you kin."

"No, mi'ss, takin' all roads as dey come I ain't no ways fitt'n'; no'm."

"Well, daddy's fitt'n'!" said the sun-bonnet.

Euonymus flinched, yet smilingly said:

"Yass, da's so, but I ain't daddy, no mo'n you is."

"Well, us kin go fetch him--in th'ee shakes."