I ain't been prayin' fur no drought in Mis' Cayce's gyarden-spot.'
Old Mrs. Cayce followed him with curious eyes, peering out in the gaps of the hop-vines.
Ye hev jes' got tired o' comin' hyar, I reckon,' said old man Cayce.
If old Cayce employed an awkward subterfuge to conceal the enterprise of the rescue, he had no occasion to intermeddle.
He stopped in front of Cayce's house, where he saw Dorinda spinning on the porch, and preferred a request for a gourd of water.
