“That’s th’ way it looks t’ me, dominie; an’ if all th’ leadin’ citizens of Brookville’ll put their name to it—an’ I’m of th’ opinion they will, when I make my charge t’ th’ jury—”
“Certainly,” murmured Fanny absently, as she gazed at her husband and the judge.
She couldn’t help wondering why her Wesley was speaking so earnestly to the Judge, yet in such a provokingly low tone of voice.
“I had become so accustomed to thinking of her as Lydia Orr,” she finished hastily.
“Well, I don’t b’lieve in givin’ out a name ’at ain’t yourn,” said Lois Daggett, sharply. “She’d ought t’ ’a’ told right out who she was, an’ what she come t’ Brookville for.”
Judge Fulsom and the minister had moved still further away. Fanny, with some alarm, felt herself alone.
“I don’t think Miss Orr meant to be deceitful,” she said nervously.
“Well, o’ course, if she’s a-goin’ t’ be in th’ family, it’s natural you sh’d think so,” said Lois Daggett, sniffing loudly.
Fanny did not answer.
“I sh’d hope she an’ Jim was engaged,” proclaimed Miss Daggett. “If they ain’t, they’d ought t’ be.”