But Rebecca had not come to the door, although Rose had stood there a long time in a bitter wind.
"She wouldn't let me in," she whispered to her brother in the store, when she returned.

She was friendly to him in a shamefaced, evasive sort of way, and she alone of his family.

His father and mother scarcely noticed him.
"Much as ever as she'll let me in, poor girl," responded William, looking miserably aside from his sister's eyes and weighing out some meal.
"She wouldn't let mother in if she went there," said Rose.

She felt a little piqued at Rebecca's refusing her admittance.

It was as if all her pity and generous sympathy had been thrust back upon her, and her pride in it swamped.
"There's no danger of her going there," William returned, bitterly.
And there was not.