Every one waited for Martha to speak.
"Yes," she said, slowly, watching the mountain girl; "I am Mrs.Brian Kent.

Do you know my husband ?" Judy's black beady eyes shifted slyly from one face to another, and her twisted body moved uneasily.
"No, ma'm; I ain't a-sayin' I knows him exactly.

I done heard tell 'bout him nigh 'bout a year ago, when there was some men from the city come through here a-huntin' him.

Everybody 'lows as how he was drowned at Elbow Rock." "The body was never found, though," murmured one of the men in the group.
"Who lives in that little log house over there, Judy ?" Harry Green asked suddenly, pointing.
"There?
Oh, that there's Auntie Sue's place.

I 'lowed everybody knowed that," returned the girl.
"Who is Auntie Sue ?" came the next question.
One of the women answered, before Judy could speak: "Auntie Sue is that old-maid school-teacher they told us about.