She could scarcely keep her face turned away from him and her mother too.
"Say, mother, Rebecca's been cryin'!" Ephraim announced, suddenly.
Deborah turned and looked at Rebecca's face bending lower over the wooden bowl; her black lashes rested on red circles, and her lips were swollen.
"I'd like to know what you've been cryin' about," said Deborah.

It was odd that she did not think that Rebecca's grief might be due to the worry over Barney; but she did not for a minute.

She directly attributed it to some personal and strictly selfish consideration which should arouse her animosity.
"Nothing," said Rebecca, with sulky misery.
"Yes, you've been cryin' about something, too.

I want to know what 'tis." "Nothing.

I wish you wouldn't, mother." "Did you see William Berry over to the store ?" "I told you I did once." "Well, you needn't bite my head off.