"Yes, it's real pleasant. Say, Rebecca, I'm awful afraid I made
Barney mad just now."

"Why, what did you do?"

"I stopped in the field when I was going by. I'd been up to see
Charlotte, and I said something about it to him."

"How much do you know about it?" Rebecca asked, abruptly.

"Charlotte told me this mornin', and last night when I was going to
her house across lots I saw Barney going, and heard her calling him
back. I thought I'd see if I couldn't coax him to make up with her,
but I couldn't."

"Oh, he'll come round," said Rebecca.

"Then you think it'll be made up?" Rose asked, quickly.

"Of course it will. We're having a terrible time about poor Barney.
He didn't come home last night, and it's much as ever he's spoken
this morning. He wouldn't eat any breakfast. He just went into his
room, and put on his other clothes, and then went out in the field to
work. He wouldn't tell mother anything about it. I never saw her so
worked up. She's terribly afraid he's done something wrong."

"He hasn't done anything wrong," returned Rose. "I think your mother
is terrible hard on him. It's Uncle Cephas; he just picked the
quarrel. He hasn't never more'n half liked Barney. So you think
Barney will make up with Charlotte, and they'll get married, after