And, perhaps, it is not." "But what can they be to the Allens ?" "I will give you," said I, "the benefit of my guessing on the subject.
You recollect the story told about Captain Allen's mother; how she went off a great many years ago with a stranger--an Englishman." Constance remembered all about this family history, for it was the romance of our town.
"My conclusion is that this lady is the sister of Captain Allen--the child that his mother took with her when she fled from her husband's house.

I am strengthened in this belief from the first impression of her voice, as if the tones had in them something familiar." We talked this matter over, looking at it in every way, until we satisfied ourselves that my conjectures must be true.

The quiet manner in which they had intruded themselves, and taken possession of the house--unheralded as far as we knew--could not but present itself to our minds as a matter of special wonder.

The more we conned it over the more we were puzzled.

Before coming home I had called at an undertaker's, and notified him that his services were wanted at the Allen House.