And you have been so kind, there is nothing I would hide from you." "Well, miss, the time of old Jacob's tale is fixed by the death of poor old Sally Mock; and the stranger came again after you were here, just before the death of the miller's eldest daughter, and you might almost have seen him.

Poor thing! we all called her the 'flower of the Moon,' meaning our little river.

What a fine young woman she was, to be sure! Whenever we heard of any strangers about, we thought they were prowling after her.

I was invited to her funeral, and I went, and nothing could be done nicer.

But they never will be punctual with burials here; they like to dwell on them, and keep the bell going, for the sake of the body, and the souls that must come after it.