“I might have guessed it if I hadn't been blind as a bat an' deaf as an adder!” And he gave the table another ringing blow before he leaned on it to gather strength. “Of course, it would be one o' that crazy Boynton crew you'd take up with,” he roared. “Nothin' would suit either o' you girls but choosin' the biggest enemies I've got in the whole village!” “You've never taken pains to make anything but enemies, so what could we do?” “You might as well go to live on the poor-farm! Aaron Boynton was a disrep'table hound; Lois Boynton is as crazy as a loon; the boy is a no-body's child, an' Ivory's no better than a common pauper.” “Ivory's a brave, strong, honorable man, and a scholar, too. I can work for him and help him earn and save, as I have you.” “How long's this been goin' on?” The Deacon was choking, but he meant to get to the bottom of things while he had the chance. “It has not gone on at all. He has never said a word to me, and I have always obeyed your will in these matters; but you can't hide love, any more than you can hide hate. I know Ivory loves me, so I'm going to tell him that my duty is done here and I am ready to help him.” “Goin' to throw yourself at his head, be you?” sneered the Deacon. “By the Lord, I don' know where you two girls got these loose ways o' think-in' an' acting mebbe he won't take you, an' then where'll you be? You won't git under my roof again when you've once left it, you can make up your mind to that!” “If you have any doubts about Ivory's being willing to take me, you'd better drive along behind me and listen while I ask him.” Waitstill's tone had an exultant thrill of certainty in it. She threw up her head, glorying in what she was about to do. If she laid aside her usual reserve and voiced her thoughts openly, it was not in the hope of convincing her father, but for the bliss of putting them into words and intoxicating herself by the sound of them. “Come after me if you will, father, and watch the welcome I shall get. Oh! I have no fear of being turned out by Ivory Boynton. I can hardly wait to give him the joy I shall be bringing! It 's selfish to rob him of the chance to speak first, but I'll do it!” And before Deacon Baxter could cross the room, Waitstill was out of the kitchen door into the shed, and flying down Town-House Hill like an arrow shot free from the bow. The Deacon followed close behind, hardly knowing why, but he was no match for the girl, and at last he stood helpless on the steps of the shed, shaking his fist and hurling terrible words after her, words that it was fortunate for her peace of mind she could not hear.