I am LIVING here in the backwoods." "But, your real name?
Won't you tell me your name?
I must know how to address you." "Oh, my name is Susan E.Wakefield--MISS Wakefield, if you please.

I shall be seventy-one years old the eighteenth day of next November.

And you must call me 'Auntie Sue,'-- just as every one else does." "Wakefield--Wakefield--where have I seen that name ?" He wrinkled his brow in an effort to remember.

"Wakefield--I feel sure that I have heard it, somewhere." "It is not unlikely," she returned, lightly.

"It is not at all an uncommon name.