I'll tell you the whole thing after supper, Emily.

Let's let my tongue have a vacation till then." And, after supper, which, by the way, was no better than the dinner, she fulfilled her promise.

They retired to the bedroom and Thankful, having carefully closed the windows and door and hung a towel over the keyhole, told of her half-formed plan.
"Emily," she began, "I presume likely you'll feel that you'd ought to go back home tomorrow?
Yes, I knew you'd feel that way.

Well, I ain't goin' with you.

I've made up my mind to stay here for a few days longer.