Her father collected his scattered wits and pulled himself to his feet by the arms of the high-backed rocker. “You shan't step outside this 306 room till you tell me where you're goin',” he said when he found his voice.
“I have no wish to keep it secret: I am going to see if Mrs. Mason will keep me to-night. To-morrow I shall walk down river and get work at the mills, but on my way I shall stop at the Boyntons' to tell Ivory I am ready to marry him as soon as he's ready to take me.”
This was enough to stir the blood of the Deacon into one last fury.
“I might have guessed it if I hadn't been blind as a bat an' deaf as an adder!” And he gave the table another ringing blow before he leaned on it to gather strength. “Of course, it would be one o' that crazy Boynton crew you'd take up with,” he roared. “Nothin' would suit either o' you girls but choosin' the biggest enemies I've got in the whole village!”
“You've never taken pains to make anything but enemies, so what could we do?”
“You might as well go to live on the poor-farm! Aaron Boynton was a disrep'table hound; Lois Boynton is as crazy as a loon; the boy is a no-body's child, an' Ivory's no better than a common pauper.”
“Ivory's a brave, strong, honorable man, and a scholar, too. I can work for him and help him earn and save, as I have you.”
“How long's this been goin' on?” The Deacon was choking, but he meant to get to the bottom of things while he had the chance.
“It has not gone on at all. He has never said a word to me, and I have always obeyed your will in these matters; but you can't hide love, any more than you can hide hate. I know Ivory loves me, so I'm going to tell him that my duty is done here and I am ready to help him.”
“Goin' to throw yourself at his head, be you?” sneered the Deacon. “By the Lord, I don' know where you two girls got these loose ways o' think-in' an' acting mebbe he won't take you, an' then where'll you be? You won't git under my roof again when you've once left it, you can make up your mind to that!”