"
"Would you go along?" asked Mrs. Grumble.
"Glory," said Miss Beal.
"I was going anyhow," said Mrs. Grumble.
Then Miss Beal began to giggle. "Well, I declare," she remarked, "I
feel that young."
"Go away," said Mrs. Grumble; "to hear you talk . . ." She was in the
best of humor.
"All the young folks will be there," said Miss Beal. "I heard as how
Alec Stove was going with Susie Ploughman. And there's Thomas
Frye . . . and Anna Barly . . ."
"Yes," said Mrs. Grumble.
Miss Beal held up her thread against the light. "There's a queer
thing," she admitted. "I can't make head nor tail of it. Do you think
there's an understanding between them, Mrs. Grumble?"
"If there is," said Mrs. Grumble, "then Thomas has more sense than I
gave him credit for. Because how any one could have an understanding
with that wild thing, is more than I can see."
"How she carries on," agreed Miss Beal, "first with Noel, when he was
alive, and now with him."
"Ah," remarked Mrs. Grumble, "those are the new ideas.
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