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"Here, Maude," called out Nellie, "your grandmother or aunt has

come, I guess, and wants to see you in the hall."

"It's Janet--it's Janet, I know!" screamed Maude, and leaving her

slice of bread to burn and blacken before the fire, she hurried

away, while Nellie, who had heard nothing of the letter sent the

week before, wondered much who the "witched old thing with the

poking black bonnet could be."

With a cry of delight Maude wound her arms around the neck of her

old nurse, whom she knew in a moment, though Janet had more

difficulty in recognizing the little girl of other years in the

womanly looking maiden before her.

"It beats all how you've changed," she said, "though your eyes and

hair are the same," and she passed her hand caressingly over the

short glossy curls. Then looking intently in Maude's face she

continued. "You've grown handsome, child."

"No, no, not handsome, Janet; Nellie is the beauty of the house,"

and Maude shook her head mournfully, for on the subject of beauty

she was a little sensitive, her sister always pronouncing her "a

fright," and manifesting a most unamiable spirit if anyone

complimented her in the least.

"What, that yaller-haired, white-face chit who went for you?"

rejoined Janet. "No such thing; but tell me now of your marm. How

sick is she, and what of the little boy? Is he much deformed?"

"Come in here," said Maude, leading the way into the parlor, and

drawing a chair close to Janet, she told all she deemed it necessary

to tell.

But the quick-witted Janet knew there was something more, and

casting a scornful glance around the room she said: "You are a good

girl, Maude; but you can't deceive an old girl like me. I knew by

the tremblin' way you writ that somethin' was wrong, and started the

first blessed morning after gettin' your letter. I was calculating

to come pretty soon, anyway, and had all my arrangements made. So I

can stay a good long spell--always, mebby--for I'm a widder now,"

and she heaved a few sighs to the memory of Mr. Joel Blodgett, who,

she said, "had been dead a year," adding, in a whisper, "but there's

one consolation--he willed me all his property," and she drew from

her belt a huge silver time-piece, which she was in the habit of

consulting quite often, by way of showing that "she could carry a

watch as well as the next one."