“Mother, it was dreadful! I never wish to hear a fiddle again as long as I live.”
Rachel opened the way for Dorothy to speak further; she was not without some mild stirrings of curiosity on the subject herself, but Dorothy had no more to say.
They went into the house soon after, and as they separated for the night Dorothy clung to her mother with a little nervous laugh.
“Mother, what is that text about Ephraim?”
“Ephraim is joined to idols?” Rachel suggested.
“Yes, Ephraim is joined to his idols,” said Dorothy, lifting her head. “Let him go!”
“Let him alone,” corrected Rachel.
“Let him alone!” Dorothy repeated. “That is better yet.”
“What's thee thinking of, dear?”
“Oh, I'm thinking about the dance in the barn.”