Instead of trying to make peace, she entered into the quarrel, and soon had both of them railing at her.
When her father came from his toil, hungry and impatient for his dinner, his wife was fretting; and his daughter nowhere in sight.
CHAPTER III.
HATTY'S PEACEFUL HOME.
OW, let us follow Hatty as she ran gayly up the narrow lane toward her humble home. The brook, she loved so well, tumbled on over the stones and pebbles at her side, dancing and sparkling in the sunlight, as happy as she.
"Oh, how pretty these everlastings are!" she said to herself, stopping to take a nearer view of the late fall flowers; and there's dear Esther sitting at her sewing.
"Am I late?" she asked, running into their one room, which served for parlor, sitting-room and kitchen.