She blocked the way, and Primrose, in her sweet hopefulness, thought of to-morrow.
Aunt Lois had overheard the talk. When Rachel had mixed the bread, for Chloe had a sore finger, the elder said gravely:
"Thy uncle goes over to Chew House to morrow, and I think Primrose had better return home. She is too forward and light to have with Faith. I like not city manners and freedoms. Her mother was not to my fancy. Men are weak sometimes, but I hope ere long, Rachel, my son's fancy will be fixed where it will afford me great satisfaction."
Rachel colored with a secret joy. She could have clasped the mother to her heart for the admission, but she would not spoil the commendation by any lack of discretion.
While Primrose was waiting for Uncle James in the morning she ran out to the barn.
"Andrew, I am going. It hath been very pleasant, and I hoped thou would have taken me. Andrew"—with a strange, new hesitation—"is it—is it wrong to kiss thee?"
She looked up out of such clear honest eyes in all their sweet guilelessness that he took the fair face between his hands and kissed it again.
"Nay, there could never be a wrong thought in thy sweet young heart. And thou art my cousin."
She wondered, as she was retracing her steps, if he kissed Faith and Rachel, since they were cousins.