"Its none of their business! Not a shadow! Why should Mother sit there and let them talk to me like that! One would think childhood had no limit--unless it's matrimony!" This reminded her of her younger sister's airs of superior wisdom, and did not conduce to a pleasanter frame of mind.

"With all their miserable little conventions and idiocies! And what 'they'll say,' and 'they'll think'! As if I cared! Minnie'll be just such another!" She heard the ladies going out, still talking continuously, a faint response from her mother now and then, a growing quiet as their steps receded toward the gate; and then another deeper voice took up the theme and heavily approached.
It was the minister! Diantha dropped into her rocker and held the arms tight.

"Now I'll have to take it again I suppose.

But he ought to know me well enough to understand." "Diantha!" called her mother, "Here's Dr.Major;" and the girl washed her face and came down again.
Dr.Major was a heavy elderly man with a strong mouth and a warm hand clasp.

"What's all this I hear about you, young lady ?" he demanded, holding her hand and looking her straight in the eye.