"It isn't Flossy," Will said.
"It must be," Ease answered. "There, don't you hear her call?"
"What of it? Let her go home. When she finds we are not there, they'll send back for us. I want to talk to you."
"Oh, no, no!" Ease said, hurrying along towards the bridge. "Aunt Tabitha didn't want me to come, anyway, and she'd be wild if she knew we hadn't been to church."
"I should think you were old enough to decide something for yourself," he growled, giving her his hand to help her over the stones.
The buggy would hardly accommodate four: so Burleigh was forced to complete his journey on foot, the others driving merrily away with bantering good-bys. They had driven only a short distance when they encountered a buggy driven violently.
"Why, isn't that Tom Putnam?" exclaimed Will. "What on earth's got him?"
"And this horrid, bold-looking woman with him," Flossy remarked reflectively.