Closing her bedroom door, she breathed a sigh of relief. What in darnation had gotten into Mary? She had lectured her worse than she had predicted about running off, by herself, to town and then not being around for supper. Sighing, she walked across the room stripping as she went. Mary sure did seem to have a bee up her skirt over a cut fence. What was it about a cut fence that had her up in arms? First the priest and now her? Both were the age her parents would have been. Maybe for some reason they felt it their duty to try to fill in the gap. Whatever the reason. She washed up, blew out the lamp, and crawled into bed.