The hen was off the nest now, there was no doubt of that, and of all unexpected and impossible hatchings hers was the most complete.

The absurdity of the idea, to the girl's mind, overshadowed even the surprise of it.
"What ?" she said.

"Uncle Shad, what--?
Do you mean that you and Uncle Zoeth have been in conspiracy to send me away to school?
To send me away to Boston ?" Shadrach nodded.
"No conspiracy about it," he declared.

"Me and Zoeth and Mr.Keith, we--" "Mr.Keith?
Yes, yes, I see.

It was Mr.Keith who put the idea in your head.