But on that June morning it
looked very pleasant, and the locust-trees in front of it made the
air heavy with perfume. There is no flower like the locust for
feeding honey to the sense of smell. Half the bees from William
Sebastian's hives were buzzing overhead, when Bobaday and aunt
Corinne sat down by Zene on the log steps to unload their troubles.
All three were in their Sunday clothes. Zene had even greased his
boots, and looked with satisfaction on the moist surfaces which he
stretched forth to dry in the sun.
He had not seen Carrie borne away, but he had been to the show
afterwards, and heard her sing one of her songs. He told the children
she acted like she never see a thing before her, and would go dead
asleep if they didn't stick pins in her like they did in a woman he
seen walkin' for money once. Robert was fain to wander aside on the
subject of this walking woman, but aunt Corinne kept to Fairy Carrie,
and made Zene tell every scrap of information he had about her.
"After I rubbed the horses this mornin'," he proceeded, "I took a
stroll around the burg, and their tent and wagon's gone!"
"Gone!" exclaimed aunt Corinne. "Clear out of town?"
Zene said he allowed so.
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