Thet while you're groanin' at class-meetin' and Hiram's quo'llin' with Dad, and Joe Masters waitin' round to pick up any bone that's throwed him, that sneakin', hypocritical Yankee school-master is draggin' your daughter to h-ll with him on the sly." "Quit that, Seth Davis," said Mrs.McKinstry sternly, "or be man enough to tell it to a man.

That's Hiram's business to know." "And what if he knows it well enough and winks at it?
What if he's willin' enough to truckle to it, to curry favor with them sneakin' Yanks ?" said Seth malignantly.
A spasm of savage conviction seized Mrs.McKinstry.But it was more from her jealous fears of her husband's disloyalty than concern for her daughter's transgression.

Nevertheless, she said desperately, "It's a lie.

Where are your proofs ?" "Proofs ?" returned Seth.

"Who is it sneaks around the school-house to have private talks with the school-master, and edges him on with Cressy afore folks?
Your husband.