“Then I’ll go straight out again,” he said, moving toward the horse’s head.
“You’re to bring Mr. Stebbins whether he can come or not.”
“He’ll come,” said Joshua; and then he backed the horse so suddenly that the buggy wheel nearly went over Lucinda.
“She says this is an awful day—” began Lucinda.
Joshua got into the buggy and tucked the rubber blanket around himself.
“She says—”
Joshua drove out of the barn and away.
Lucinda went slowly back to the house. Aunt Mary had ceased to glare at the letter and was now glaring at the rain instead.
“Lucinda,” she said “I’ll thank you not to ever mention my nephew to me again. I’ve took a vow to never speak his name again myself. By no means—not at all—never.”
“Which nephew?” shrieked Lucinda.