Bessie stopped instantly in the middle of another tirade. She was leaning against the door, arms akimbo, eyes alternately wet and flaming.
'Then, if it isn't,' she said, with a triumphant change of tone,' I'll soon get Flack to see to it—it's nobbut a step. I'll run up after supper.'
Flack was the village carpenter.
'An there's mother's old box as takes up the cupboard,' continued Isaac, gruffly.
Bessie burst out laughing.
'Oh! yer old silly,' she said. 'As if they couldn't stand one top o' t'other. Now, do just go, Isaac—there's a lovey! 'Ee's waitin for yer. Whatever did make yer so contrairy? Of course I didn't mean nothin I said—an I don't mind Timothy, nor nothin.'
Still he did not move.
'Then I s'pose yer want everybody in the village to know?' he said, with sarcasm.
Bessie was taken aback.
'No—I—don't'—she said, undecidedly—'I don't know what yer mean.'