Then she sat quiet upon the edge of the old rush-bottomed chair.

There was a terrible silence, broken by Jeb's saying loudly and fiercely, "Keziah, you go get the dinner.

Then you pack your duds and clear out for Uncle Bob's." Keziah stared at the bride, rose and went to the rear door.

"I'm goin' now," she answered.

"The dinner's ready except for putting on the table." Through the flimsy partitions they heard her mounting the uncarpeted stairs, hustling about upon an uncarpeted floor above, and presently descending.