A deeper hush fell about them; the breeze died and song birds stilled their notes.

A calamity was imminent.

Neither watcher now doubted that a mocked Jonas Whipple would terribly issue from the tangle of shrubbery.
The bushes were again agitated; then at the breaking, point of fear for the Cowan twins the emergent figure proved to be not Jonas but a trifling and immature female descendant of his, who now sped rapidly toward them across the intervening glade, nor were the low mounds sacred to her in her progress.

Her short shirt of a plaid gingham flopped above her thin, bony legs as she ran, and she grasped a wide-brimmed straw hat in one hand.
* * * * * It should be said that this girl appalled the twins hardly less than would an avenging apparition of the outraged Jonas Whipple.

Beings of a baser extraction, they had looked upon Whipples only from afar and with awe.