"She didn't say anything about fathers, but she did tell Almira Berry that no member of the church in good standing could believe in signs as you did and have hope of salvation. She said I was a chip off the old block, and had been raised like a heathen. It seems when I was over there on Sunday I refused to stand up and have my height measured against the wall, and I told 'em if you measured heights on Sunday you'd like as not die before the year was out. I didn't know then she had such a prejudice against signs, but since that time I've dragged 'em in every chance I got, just to spite her." "More fool you!" said her mother, beginning to move the dasher of the churn up and down with a steady motion. "You might have waited until she was your mother-in-law before you began to spite her. The first thing you know you won't get any mother-in-law." "That's the only thing that would console me for losing Pitt!" exclaimed Huldah. "If I can't marry him I don't have to live with her, that's one comfort! The last thing she did was to tell Aunt Hitty Tarbox she'd as lief have Pitt bring one of the original Salem witches into the house as one of the Daniel Rumford tribe." "The land sakes!" ejaculated the widow, giving a desperate and impassioned plunge to the churn-dasher. "Now I know why I dreamt of snakes and muddy water the night before she come here to the Ladies' Aid Club. Well, she's seventy, and she can't live forever; she can't take Eben Packard's money into the next world with her, either, and I guess if she could 't would melt as soon as it got there." Huldah persevered with her confession, dropping an occasional tear in the dishwater.