“The schoolmistress gone?” questioned Deb.
“What for, indeed?”
“To be with him.”
“To be with him!”
“Aye, ye’re blind, blind as a bat, Deborah, an’ that trustin’ ye see nothin’ and believe anythin’. Believin’ the whale swallowed Jonah is nothin’ to what ye’re capable of takin’ on faith,” ended Keturah, with infinite sarcasm.
“Dear, dear, dear, Keturah, I cannot believe this whatever! What shall we do? Och, the disgrace it’ll be!”
There was an imperative rap on the door: “Keturah, where is my sister?”
“Gone, Mr. Tudur, to be with the minister.”
“She left word his mother was ill. I do not believe it. Is she?”
“Nay, to my knowledge, the old lady Jones is not ill.”