Might chance to cut you." This sly unmasking of motives, his own and those of others, was disagreeable to the good little man who was eager to get his chapel roofed and no more willing than Mrs.Penhallow to admit that how he would vote had anything to do with the much needed repairs.

His people were poor and the leaks were becoming worse and worse.

He kept his peace, and the barber smiling plied the razor.
Now the Squire paused at the open door, where he met his nephew.

"Come to get those scalp-locks trimmed, John?
They are perilously long.

If you were to get into a fight and a fellow got hold of them, you would have a bad time." Then as his uncle went away laughing, John knew that the Squire must have heard of his battle from Mark Rivers.