"I'm here to look out for you and your sister, and take care of what little we've got, an' I'm goin' to.

Go out an' tend to your work." "Oh, mother, do let me stay!" "Go right along, I tell you." And Jerome, who was the originator of all this, went out helplessly, slighted and indignant.

He did think the Squire might have interceded for him to stay, knowing what he knew.

Even youth has its disadvantages.
But Squire Eben stood somewhat aloof, looking at the small, frail, pugnacious woman in the rocking-chair with perplexity and growing impatience.

He wanted to go fishing that morning, and the vision of the darting trout in their still, clear pool was before him, like a vision of his own earthly paradise.