“I might have known what would come of your exchanging so often,” remarked Uncle Cephas, discontentedly.
“I thought you did it to rest Dr. Kent,” reproached Aunt Affy.
“I did. It did rest him.”
“And you got ensnared yourself. Roger Kenney, are you going there for the money?” asked Uncle Cephas, with solemnity.
“You know better than that,” replied Roger, angrily.
“The heart of man is deceitful. There’s a great difference in the salary. But there’s a difference in the man. You’ve grown some since you came here seven years ago.”
“Uncle Cephas, I think you are wicked,” protested Judith, with tearful vehemence. “If you don’t know Roger better than that you do not know him at all.”
“You don’t know men,” insisted the elder of the Bensalem church. “The heart is deceitful and desperately wicked.”
“Judith knows mine is not,” laughed Roger.
“Judith, don’t fly at me and eat me up,” said Uncle Cephas; “I know this young man as well as most folks. He doesn’t love money enough. He may be going for something, but it isn’t for money.”