"Well," said Deborah, "I've got a sense of justice, and if my son, or
any other man, has asked a girl to marry him, and she's got her
weddin' clothes ready, I believe in his doin' his duty, if he can be
made to; but I must say if it wa'n't for that, I'd rather he'd gone
into a family that was more like other folks. I'm goin' to do the
best I can, whether you go half way or not. I'm goin' to try to make
my son do his duty. I don't expect he will, but I shall do all I can,
tempers or no tempers, and sorrel pies or no sorrel pies."

Deborah went out, and shut the door heavily after her.



Chapter IV


After Deborah Thayer had shut the door, the young girl sitting beside
it arose. "I didn't know she was in here, or I wouldn't have come
in," she said, nervously.

"That don't make any odds," replied Mrs. Barnard, who was trembling
all over, and had sunk helplessly into a rocking-chair, which she
swayed violently and unconsciously.

Cephas opened the door of the brick oven, and put in a batch of his
pies, and the click of the iron latch made her start as if it were a
pistol-shot.

Charlotte got up and went out of the room with a backward glance and
a slight beckoning motion of her head, and the girl slunk after her