[Illustration: "They came in sight of the house"]

They all kept on silently. Charlotte paled a little when she caught
sight of Barney, but her face was quite steady. "Hold your dress up a
little higher; the grass is terrible wet," her mother whispered once,
and that was all that any of them said until they reached home.

Charlotte went at once up-stairs to her own chamber, took off her
purple gown, and hung it up in her closet, and got out a common one.
The purple gown was part of her wedding wardrobe, and she had worn it
in advance with some misgivings. "I dunno but you might jest as well
wear it a few Sundays," her mother had said; "you're goin' to have
your silk dress to come out bride in. I dunno as there's any sense in
your goin' lookin' like a scarecrow all the spring because you're
goin' to get married."

So Charlotte had put on the new purple dress the day before; now it
looked, as it hung in the closet, like an effigy of her happier self.

When Charlotte went down-stairs she found her mother showing much
more spirit than usual in an altercation with her father. Sarah
Barnard stood before her husband, her placid face all knitted with
perplexed remonstrance. "Why, I can't, Cephas," she said. "Pies can't
be made that way."

"I know they can," said Cephas.

"They can't, Cephas. There ain't no use tryin'. It would jest be a
waste of the flour."