Jane started, and opened her small gray eyes their very widest.
"Wh-at?" she stammered.
"I mean I don't want to go down," said Thirza, more politely. "I don't wish to see him."
"Wall, if that don't beat the master!" exclaimed Jane, coming nearer. "Why, he's got on his Sunday clo'es! 'S likely 's not he's a-goin' ter propose ter ye!"
"You had better send him away, then," said Thirza.
"Ye don't mean to say ye wouldn't hev him!" gasped Jane, with a look of incredulous amazement which, catching Thirza's eye, caused her to burst into a laugh.
"I suppose I must go down," she said at last, rising. "If I don't, I shall have all Jones' Hill down upon me. Oh dear!"
Mr. Stebbins would have been surprised to see that she passed the mirror without even one glance.
"Hadn't ye better take off yer apron, an' put on a pink bow, or somethin'?" suggested Jane; "ye look real plain."