Mistress Deborah, in her tarnished amber satin and ribbons that had outworn their youth, bit her lip and tapped her foot upon the ground.

Audrey watched her apprehensively.

She knew the signs, and that when they reached home a storm might break that would leave its mark upon her shoulders.

The minister's wife was not approved of by the ladies of Fair View parish, but had they seen how wistful was the face of the brown girl with her, they might have turned aside, spoken, and let the storm go by.

The girl herself was scarcely noticed.