Then he arose and leaned over Margaret.
"She's out there laughing like a blamed monkey!" he whispered indignantly.
"Well, she can't help it!" exclaimed Margaret.
"I'm going home!" said Wesley.
"Oh no, you are not!" retorted Margaret.

"You are missing the point.
The point is not how you look, or feel.

It is to get these things in Elnora's possession past dispute.

You go now, and to-morrow Elnora will wear calico, and Kate Comstock will return these goods.

Right here I stay until everything we bought is Elnora's." "What are you going to do ?" asked Wesley.
"I don't know yet, myself," said Margaret.
Then she arose and peered from the window.