You don't know anything about it." He
swung about and grasped his plough-handles again.
"Barney, do stop a minute," Rose pleaded.
"I can't stop any longer; there's no use talking," Barney said; and
he went on remorselessly through the opening furrow. Just before he
turned the corner Rose made a little run forward and caught his arm.
"You don't think I've done anything out of the way speaking to you
about it, do you, Barney?" she said, and she was half crying.
"I don't know why I should think you had; I suppose you meant all
right," Barney said. He pulled his arm away softly, and jerked the
right rein to turn the horse. "G'lang!" he cried out, and strode
forward with a conclusive air.
Rose stood looking after him a minute; then she struck off across the
field. Her knees trembled as she stepped over the soft plough-ridges.
When she was out on the road again she went along quickly until she
came to the Thayer house. She was going past that when she heard some
one calling her name, and turned to see who it was.
Rebecca Thayer came hurrying out of the yard with a basket on her
arm. "Wait a minute," she called, "and I'll go along with you."
Chapter V
Rebecca, walking beside Rose, looked like a woman of another race.
She was much taller, and her full, luxuriant young figure looked
tropical beside Rose's slender one.
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