“You—­you designin’ critter you!” she shouted, addressing Imogene.  “You plannin’, schemin’, underhanded—­”

“Shh! shh!” put in Captain Obed.  “Easy, Hannah! easy, there!”

“I shan’t be easy!  You mind your own affairs, Obed Bangs!  Kenelm Parker, how dare you say—­how dare you tell me you’re goin’ to marry this—­this inmate?  What do you mean by it?”

Poor Kenelm only gurgled.  His lady love once more came to his rescue.

“He’s told you times enough what he means,” she asserted, firmly.  “And I’ll thank you not to call me names, either.  In the first place I won’t stand it; and, in the second, if you and me are goin’ to be sisters-in-law, we’d better learn how to get along peaceable together.  I—­”

“Don’t you talk to me!  Don’t you dare talk to me!  I might have expected it!  I did expect it.  So this is why you two didn’t go to the Fair?  You had this all planned between you.  I was to be got out of the way, and—­”

“That’s enough of that, too.  There wasn’t any plannin’ about it—­not until today, anyhow.  I didn’t know he wasn’t goin’ to the Fair and he didn’t know I wasn’t.  He would have gone only—­only you deserted him to go off with your own—­your own gentleman friend.  Humph!  I should think you would look ashamed!”

Miss Parker’s “shame”—­or her feelings, whatever they might be—­seemed to render her speechless.  Her brother saw his chance.

“You know that’s just what you done, Hannah,” he put in, pleadingly.  “You know you did.  I was so lonesome—­”

“Hush!  Hush, Kenelm!” ordered Imogene.  “You left him alone to go with another man, Miss Parker.  For all he knew you might be—­be runnin’ off to be married, or somethin’.  So he come to where he had a friend, that’s all.  And what if he did?  He can get married, if he wants to, can’t he?  I’d like to know who’d stop him.  He’s over twenty-one, I guess.”

This speech was too much for Emily; she laughed aloud.  That laugh was the final straw.  Hannah made a dive for her brother.

“You come home with me,” she commanded.  “You come right straight home with me this minute.  As for you,” she added, turning to Imogene, “I shan’t waste any more words on a—­on a thing like you.  After my brother’s money, be you?  Thought you’d get him and it, too, did you?  Well, you shan’t!  He’ll come right along home with me and there he’ll stay.  He’s worked in this place as long as he’s goin’ to, Miss Inmate.  I’ll take him out of your clutches.”

“Oh no, you won’t!  Him and me are goin’ to the Fair tomorrow and on Monday he’s comin’ back to work here same as ever.  You are, ain’t you, Kenelm?”

Kenelm gulped and fidgeted.  “I—­I—­I—­” he stuttered.

“You see, Hannah,” continued Imogene—­“I suppose I might as well begin to call you ‘Hannah,’ seein’ as we’re goin’ to be relations pretty soon—­you see, he’s engaged to me now and he’ll do what I ask him to, of course.”