She blushed a little before her mother's significantly smiling face, but there was none of the shamed delight which should have accompanied the blush.

She looked very sober--almost stern.
"Hadn't you better put on your other dress again, then ?" asked her mother." "No, I guess this 'll do." Cephas ate his pie in silence--he had helped himself to another piece--but he heard every word.

After he had finished, he fumbled in his pocket for his old leather purse, and counted over a little store of money on his knee.
Charlotte was setting away the dishes in the pantry when her father came up behind her and crammed something into her hand.

She started.
"What is it ?" said she.
"Look and see," said Cephas.
Charlotte opened her hand, and saw a great silver dollar.

"I thought mebbe you'd like to buy somethin' with it," said Cephas.