There's no use talking, I am going." "You needn't come home again, then," said her father.
"Oh, Cephas!" Sarah cried out.

"Charlotte, don't go against your father's wishes! Charlotte!" But Charlotte shut the door and hurried up-stairs to her room.

Her mother followed her, trembling.

Cephas sat still, dangling his stocking-feet clear of the floor.

He had an ugly look on his face.
Presently he heard the two women coming down-stairs, and his wife's sobbing, pleading voice; then he heard the parlor door shut; Charlotte had gone through the house, and out the front door.
Sarah came in, sniffing piteously.