"It's Winthrop."
"Winthrop!" —
"Yes. He does it."
Elizabeth's cheeks burnt.
"Where's that man of yours — why don't he do it?"
"Sam? — O he don't know — I guess he ain't up to it."
Asahel led away the horse, and Elizabeth went into the house, ready to cry with vexation. But it was not generally her fashion to vent vexation so.
"What's the matter now?" said her cousin. "What adventure have you met with this morning?"
"Nothing at all."
"Well, what's the matter?"