She wondered if he had some one
in mind and could not avoid being a little curious as to who it could be.
It had never occurred to her that her marriage could mean anything to her
father beyond the natural desire of the parent that his child make a happy
marriage. She began to grow angry at the thought of the way in which her
father had approached the subject, but was still curious to know whether
he had gone so far as to have some one in mind for the role of husband,
and thought she would try to find out from her aunt. The strange farm hand
came into the house with her bags and she followed him upstairs to what had
always been her own room. Her aunt came puffing at her heels. The farm hand
went away and she began to unpack, while the older woman, her face very
red, sat on the edge of the bed. "You ain't been getting engaged to a man
down there where you been to school, have you, Clara?" she asked.
Clara looked at her aunt and blushed; then became suddenly and furiously
angry. Dropping the bag she had opened to the floor, she ran out of the
room. At the door she stopped and turned on the surprised and startled
woman. "No, I haven't," she declared furiously. "It's nobody's business
whether I have or not. I went to school for an education. I didn't go to
get me a man. If that's what you sent me for, why didn't you say so?"
Clara hurried out of the house and into the barnyard.
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