"Wa'n't your cousin a little put out by that?"
"They were both put out," said Fleda; "Mr. Carleton was very angry for a minute, and then Mr. Rossitur was angry, but I think he could have been angrier if he had chosen."
Mr. Ringgan laughed, and then seemed in a sort of amused triumph about something.
"Well, dear!" he remarked after a while; "you'll never buy wooden nutmegs, I expect."
Fleda laughed, and hoped not, and asked him why he said so.
But he didn't tell her.
"Mr. Ringgan," said Cynthy, "hadn't I better run up the hill after supper, and ask Mis' Plumfield to come down and help to- morrow? I s'pose you'll want considerable of a set-out; and if both them young men comes, you'll want some more help to entertain 'em than I can give you, it's likely."
"Do so do so," said the old gentleman. "Tell her who I expect, and ask her if she can come and help you, and me too."
"O, and I'll go with you, Cynthy," said Fleda. "I'll get aunt
Miriam to come, I know."
"I should think you'd be run off your legs already, Flidda," said Miss Cynthia; " what ails you to want to be going again?"
But this remonstrance availed nothing. Supper was hurried through, and leaving the table standing, Cynthia and Fleda set off to "run up the hill."