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.
I ain't been prayin' fur no drought in Mis' Cayce's gyarden-spot.'
If old Cayce employed an awkward subterfuge to conceal the enterprise of the rescue, he had no occasion to intermeddle.
Ye hev jes' got tired o' comin' hyar, I reckon,' said old man Cayce.
Old Mrs. Cayce followed him with curious eyes, peering out in the gaps of the hop-vines.