If you'd only come home, Charlotte.

Your father didn't mean anythin' when he said you shouldn't.

He asked me jest this mornin' when you was comin'." "I ain't coming till he's well enough so he don't need me," said Charlotte.

"There's no use talking, mother.

I must go back now; he'll wonder what we're talking about;" and she shut the door gently upon her mother, still talking.
Her aunt Hannah came, and her aunt Sylvia, quaking with gentle fears.
She even had to listen to remonstrances from William Berry, honestly grateful as he was for her care of his brother-in-law.
"I ain't quite sure that it's right for you to stay here, Charlotte," he said, looking away from her uncomfortably.