"But in about ten minutes father will be stopping on his way from Lancaster market," Tillie said, though obediently going toward the corner where hung her shawl and bonnet, "to get my wages and see me, Aunty Em—like what he does every Saturday still."
"Well, don't be so dumm, Tillie! That's why I'm sendin' you off!"
"Oh, Aunty Em, I don't want to go away and leave you to take all the blame for those new caps! And, anyhow, father will stop at Sister Jennie Hershey's if he don't find me here."
"I won't tell him you're there. And push them curls under your cap, or Sister Jennie'll be tellin' the meeting, and you'll be set back yet! I don't know what's come over you, Tillie, to act that vain and unregenerate!"
"Father will guess I'm at Sister Jennie's, and he'll stop to see."
"That's so, too." Aunty Em thoughtfully considered the situation. "Go out and hide in the stable, Tillie."
Tillie hesitated as she nervously twisted the strings of her bonnet. "What's the use of hiding, Aunty Em? I'd have to see him NEXT Saturday."
"He won't be so mad about it till next Saturday."
Tillie shook her head. "He'll keep getting angrier—until he has satisfied himself by punishing me in some way for spending that money without leave."
The girl's face was pale, but she spoke very quietly, and her aunt looked at her curiously.