"I wanted to go with Daddy," she sobbed. "I didn't know--I thought I couldn't live without 'im."
Stooping, Deforrest gathered the mourning little one into his arms, and seating himself in the big rocker, pressed his cheek against her hair in sympathy. Patiently he waited, holding her thus while the mercy of her flowing tears dulled the first sharp edge of her grief.
Bye and bye the sobs ceased, and a faint, catchy little voice struggled up through the red curls to the man's ears.
"Ye air awful good to me, you air. Oh, I needed ye so, and I feared--I feared mebbe ye wasn't never comin' again!"
"My dear, my dear," Young soothed, much moved. Then he rose and placed her in the chair. "You sit here and tell me about it."
Bravely she looked into the friendly face, a doleful smile quivering on her lips.
"The first thing I want to know," she asked, "what air ye goin' to do 'bout Andy?"
Professor Young had anticipated this question.
"Until I've had more time to think about it, and until after the funeral anyway, I'll keep your secret," he reassured her kindly.
"An' ye won't say anythin' to nobody 'bout 'im till ye talk with me again?" she queried, fearfully.
"That's what I mean, Tess," Young answered.
"Ye air so good to me, ye air," sighed Tess, satisfied.
"Child," began Young a moment later, "can you bear to tell me about it, now?"
"About Daddy?" asked Tess, "or about the other--"
The lawyer's nod, responsive to the latter half of her question, reawakened the suffering girl's memory of the horror of the church meeting.
"It were so awful," she said after a pregnant pause. "I mean--Mr. Waldstricker--"
"What about it? Tell me," Young interrupted, as the gentle voice hesitated.
"See ... this!" she murmured, turning her head.
Young's eyes caught the red of the wound on her neck.
"He did that!... How?" he ejaculated fiercely.
"He hit me with a piece of--coal!" answered Tess, sinking back, very white.
"No, no; God, no!" he cried desperately. "He couldn't have done that!"
"He said I were ... bad," interrupted Tess, very low. She bowed her head, and the man, stunned, made no move toward her. His muscles seemed powerless, and he had no volition to comfort her. He could not erase from his mind that horrid picture her few direct words had brought before him. "But ... you air trustin' me!" was the way Tess brought him back to himself.
"Then it's true what--what--"
His tongue grew parched.
"Yep, but trust me, please!" cried Tess.
Trust her! Believe in her with her confession ringing in his ears. God, if he did not love her, it wouldn't be so hard to believe, to trust, to help. But with this fierce jealousy stabbing at his heart, he felt he must know more--all. His mind went back to that time when she had come to him with a child in a basket, and her plea had been the same, "Oh, trust me! Please trust me!"