not as an offender.

"I can never feel the same to Elizabeth again," she said. Then
she remembered what her brother had bidden her do, and quailed.
For a moment she was actually sick with panic. Then she, too,
knew the impulse to get the tooth pulled "quick." She got up and
went swiftly across the hall to the dining-room. It was empty,
except for Harris, who was moving some papers from the table to
set it for supper.

"Oh, Harris," she said, with a gasp of relief, "she isn't here!
Harris, I have got to tell her. You don't think she'll mind much,
do you?"

But by this time Harris's chuckling appreciation of Mr. Blair's
cleverness in getting in ahead had evaporated. "My, my, my, Miss
Nannie!" he said, his weak blue eyes blinking with fright,
"_I_ wouldn't tell her, not if you'd gimme the Works!"

"Harris, if you were in my place, would you try to, at supper?"

"Now, Miss, how can I tell? She'll be wild; my, my; wild!"

"I don't see why. Mr. Blair had a right to get married."

"He'd ought to have let on to her about it," Harris said.

For a few minutes Nannie was stricken dumb. Then she sought
encouragement again: "Perhaps if you had something nice for
supper, she'd be--pleased, you know, and take it better?"