"Are you sure?" asked Mrs. Waldstricker, in a shocked voice.
"Of course I'm sure! I'm not in the habit of saying things I'm not sure of, Helen. I might have known when people told me he was in love with that squatter it was true."
"HUSH!" HE CRIED, "HAVEN'T YOU ANY HEART?"
Her loud, angry voice reached Frederick as he entered the room. The frown deepened on his brow. He looked at his brother-in-law for a minute. He never remembered being so angry before.
"Madelene has told a direct falsehood when she says Tessibel Skinner sent for me," he said. "She did not!"
"But I found him in her shanty, Ebenezer dear," thrust in Madelene, "and she's a wicked, little huzzy."
"Hush!" cried Frederick, white-lipped.
"I won't hush, so there!" screamed his wife. "I won't! I won't!... And, Ebenezer, she's bad, she is! She's going to have a—"