"Poor Caleb!" said Melviny, and covered her face with her apron.
Noah's hands fell to his side, leaving the spade dangling about his neck.
"Melviny!" he shouted fiercely.
"Father?" she answered soberly.
"Why your thought of Caleb?"
"Why your interest in Patsy?"
"She is dead, child."
"So is Caleb, father." Melviny dropped her apron and began to toy with the spade. "Dear father, you are kind to the neighbors."
"Dear child, you are making your own perdition."
"Where go you, father?"