n.

"You set still," repeated his mother. She tied on her own green
sun-bonnet, stiffened with pasteboard, and went with it rattling
against her ears across the fields to the one where her son was
ploughing. The grass was not wet, but she held her dress up high,
showing her thick shoes and her blue yarn stockings, and took long
strides. Barney was guiding the plough past her when she came up.

"You stop a minute," she said, authoritatively. "I want to speak to
you."

"Whoa!" said Barney, and pulled up the horse. "Well, what is it?" he
said, gruffly, with his eyes upon the plough.

"You go this minute and set the men to work on your house again. You
leave the horse here--I'll watch him--and go and tell Sam Plummer to
come and get the other men."

"G'lang!" said Barney, and the horse pulled the plough forward with a
jerk.

Mrs. Thayer seized Barney's arm. "You stop!" said she. "Whoa, whoa!
Now you look here, Barnabas Thayer. I don't know what you did to make
Cephas Barnard order you out of the house, but I know it was
something. I ain't goin' to believe it was all about the election.
There was something back of that. I ain't goin' to shield you because
you're my son. I know jest how set you can be in your own ways, and
how you can hang on to your temper. I've known you ever since you was
a baby; you can't teach me anything new about yourself. I don't know
what you did to make Cephas mad, but I know what you've got to do
now. You go and set the men to work on that house again, and then you
go over to Cephas Barnard's, and you tell him you're sorry for what
you've done. I don't care anything about Cephas Barnard, and if I'd
had my way in the first place I wouldn't have had anything to do with
him or his folks either; but now you've got to do what's right if
you've gone as far as this, and Charlotte's all ready to be married.
You go right along, Barnabas Thayer!"

Barnabas stood immovable, his face set past his mother, as
irresponsively unyielding as a rock.

"Be you goin'?"

Barnabas did not reply. His mother moved, and brought her eyes on a
range with his, and the two faces confronted each other in silence,
while it was as if two wills clashed swords in advance of them.

Then Mrs. Thayer moved away. "I ain't never goin' to say anything
more to you about it," she said; "but there's one thing--you needn't
come home to dinner. You sha'n't ever sit down to a meal in your
father's and mother's house whilst this go