“Don’t rich people have no more said than that?”
“No; that is all,” he replied, much astonished. “Wouldn’t you like me to talk to you at the house!”
“No, I wouldn’t. My man he’ll pay you.” And she walked away. The minister wiped his brow, and sat down on a stump, while Dorothy waited, and Joe calmly began to fill up the little grave.
He paused once to give the minister the cost of his journey, and then went on.
“Come,” said Mrs. Maybrook. “No; don’t go in,” she added, as they passed the cabin. “Let her alone.”
“The Lord has made my errand hard,” he said.
“No; he hasn’t took a hand in the matter at all,” she said. “It’s the devil! Come!” And they disappeared in the darkening wood-spaces.
Before Joe had quite done, he was aware of his wife again standing beside him.
“What’s wrong?” he said. “Best wait in the house. I’ll come. And don’t bother none for the supper. I’ll cook it.”
“Couldn’t you set a board over the boy?” she said.