Mrs. Carter looked exasperated.
“That’s just like her! She’s so absurd, so stagy—in a quiet family like ours, too! She makes me hot all over.” She shuddered. “I can’t forget that dance and those ministers.”
“Wasn’t it rather biblical, mother?” asked Daniel, and for the first time he laughed happily.
Mrs. Carter rose from her rocking-chair and walked absently to the window, blinking a little as she looked out into the sunshine. She sighed.
“Daniel, do you think I ought to tell your father?”
“Tell him what, mother?”
“About Fanchon and that man behind the church.”
“Good Heavens, no!”
“I’ve always told your father things that—that concerned us all.”
“Mother, you know what father would do—he’d storm at William, and William’s right on edge now. For Heaven’s sake, let them alone—those two, I mean!”