"He thought I came to see him," she kept saying to herself as she hurried along, and there was no falsehood that she would not have sworn to to shield her modesty from such a thought on his part.
When she got home and entered the kitchen, she kept her face turned away from her mother.

"Here's the sugar," she said, and she took it out of the basket and placed it on the table.
"How much did he give you ?" asked Deborah Thayer; she was standing beside the window beating eggs.

Over in the field she could catch a glimpse of Barnabas now and then between the trees as he passed with his plough.
"About two pounds." "That was doin' pretty well." Rebecca said nothing.

She turned to go out of the room.
"Where are you going ?" her mother asked, sharply.

"Take off your bonnet.