Silvia's tears flowed the faster, and the lines of trouble returned to Aaron's face.
“Why don't she want to go home?” persisted Moses, stolidly.
We drew close beside them now and sat on the bank, Moses and I by Aaron, Chub Leroy by Silvia. Chub was thoughtful. Silvia dried her eyes and said with a gulp:
“It's pa.”
“That's it.” Aaron nodded and rubbed his sharp nose. “Old man Kincard, it's him.”
They both looked at us trustfully. Moses saw no light in the matter.
“Who's he?”
“He's my father-in-law. He ain't goin' to like it. He's a sneezer. What he don't like generally gets out of the way. My snakes! He 'll put Silvy up the chimney and me in the stove, and he 'll light the fire.”
He chuckled and then relapsed into trouble. His emotions seemed to flit across his face like sunbeams and shadows on a wall, leaving no trace behind them, or each wiped out by the next.
“Snakes! We might just as well sit here.”