She is burning with curiosity--like all the rest of us for that matter.

She took me out, and used my eyes to see with, yesterday evening; and they have not satisfied her.

She is going to try your eyes, now." "What is Miss Lucilla so curious about ?" I inquired.
"It's natural enough, poor dear," pursued the old woman, following her own train of thought, without the slightest reference to my question.

"We none of us can find out anything about him.

He usually takes his walk at twilight.