"I don't know."

Suddenly Charlotte, who was still sitting at the table, put up her
two hands with a despairing gesture, and bent her head forward upon
them.

"Now don't, you poor child," said her mother, her eyes growing
suddenly red. "Didn't he even turn round when you called him back
last night?"

Charlotte shook her bowed head dumbly.

"Don't you s'pose he'll ever come again?"

Charlotte shook her head.

"Mebbe he will. I know he's terrible set."

"Who's set?" demanded Sylvia, coming in with her empty plate.

"Oh, I was jest sayin' that I thought Barney was kinder set," replied
her sister, mildly.

"He ain't no more set than Cephas," returned Sylvia.

"Cephas ain't set. It's jest his way."

Sylvia sniffed. She looked scornfully at Charlotte, who had raised
her head when she came in, but whose eyes were red. "Folks had better