Such was her rapid deduction. Nevertheless, after the fashion of her sex, she immediately began to argue from quite another hypothesis.
“You are angry with me, Mr. Jeff.”
“What, I—Miss Mayfield?”
“Yes, you!”
“Miss Mayfield!”
“Oh yes, you are. Don't deny it?”
“Upon my soul—”
“Yes! You give me punishments and—penances!”
Jeff opened his blue eyes on his tormentor. Could Aunt Sally have been saying anything?
“If anybody, Miss Mayfield—” he began.