"Eunice, will you let me say one thing more? I confess that I was hard on Justin long ago. I did not know that you had set him free from his promise, and I wrote to him, telling him that it would not be wise for himself or pleasant for me that he should bring his wife to visit us at that time, as he spoke of doing. I was hard on him. He did not write for a long time, but he forgave me and wrote first. I thought then he was not happy in his marriage. He told me something about it when he came home last. His wife was the adopted daughter of our uncle--a spoiled child, I fear. She loved him, and, I suppose, let him see it. His uncle wished for the marriage, and `it did not seem to matter much,' he said, which was wrong. And so it came to pass. He tried to make her happy while she lived, he said. You are right, Eunice. Justin is a better and a stronger man than his youth promised. Yes, it is right that he should wait, though, waiting, he may lose the prize he covets. Other eyes are on the child; but to speak now would be to lose her." "We will not say anything more," said Eunice. Indeed there was no chance to say anything more at that time. A pleasant clamour had arisen in the front yard, where the young people had been moving about quietly enough until Jabez came. Jabez had been eating his Thanksgiving dinner at his grandfather's, with uncles aunts, and cousins, as was the thing to do, and had enjoyed it all, it is to be supposed. But that something was the matter Fidelia saw the moment he came near. "I have been to the office, and I have got the letters--one for Miss Eunice, and one for you. I got one for myself too, and I wish I hadn't, though that would not have helped me any." "Who is the letter from?" "And what is the trouble?" "If it isn't a secret?" said several voices in chorus. "It isn't a secret. My letter is from Mr Fuller. And the trouble is, that he is not coming to Halsey this winter. Oh, yes, he's all right! His uncle has died and left him some money, and he doesn't need to teach this winter. But his uncle has put a spoke in _my_ wheel. I have a good mind to go to Scranton on my own hook, and take my chance." "But there may be as good a teacher as Mr Fuller here. You had better wait and see." "Not a chance of it. Unless you'll take the school Fidelia?" Then came the merry uproar which had interrupted the conversation within; and the laughter and chatter and noise increased till they were called into the house by the mother. The "What is the trouble?" of Dr Everett was answered by half a dozen voices at once. But it was Jabez who made the matter clear to their elders. "Mr Fuller isn't coming back this winter, and we all agree that Miss Fidelia ought to teach our school. Know enough? I guess so! And as for government--I should just like to see the first one try to make her trouble in school. There wouldn't be any second time, I don't believe."