Talk of them the
people must and did, of the stopping of the courts, the breaking of the
jails, of Squire Woodbridge and Perez Hamlin, of the news from the other
counties, and of what would next take place, but it was amusing to see
the ingenious manner by which the speakers contrived to compound with
their consciences and prevent scandal by giving a pious twist and a
Sabbatical intonation to their sentences.
Among the younger people, as might be expected, there was less of this
affectation. They were all discussing with eager interest something
which had just happened.
"Wal, all I say is I don't want to be a lady if it makes folks so
crewel an so deceitful as that," said Submit Goodrich, a black-eyed,
bright cheeked wench, old Israel's youngest daughter. "To think o' her
pretendin not to know him, right afore all the folks, and she on her
knees to him a cryin only four days ago. I don't care if she is Squire
Edwards' gal, I hain't got no opinyun o' such doin's."
Most of the girls agreed with Submit, but some of the young men were
inclined to laugh at Perez, saying it was good enough for him, and
that he who was nothing more than a farmer like the rest of them was
served right for trying to push in among the big folks.
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