"Oh, mother!" she cried.
"Keep still!" ordered her mother.

"I dun'no' what you mean," she said to Squire Merritt.
The Squire's smile deepened, but he looked frightened; his eyes fell before hers.

"Why, what I say--I don't want this money, this time.

I have all I need.

Keep it over till the next half." Squire Eben Merritt had a feeling as if something actually tangible, winged and clawed and beaked, and flaming with eyes, pounced upon him.