CHAPTER IV.
Mercy said nothing to her mother of Mrs.White's rudeness.

She merely mentioned the fact of her having met Mr.White near the house, and having gone with him, at his request, to speak to his mother.
"What's she like, Mercy ?" asked Mrs.Carr, eagerly.

"Is she goin' to be company for me ?" "I could not tell, mother," replied Mercy, indifferently; "for it was just their tea-hour, and I did not stay a minute,--only just to say, How d'ye do, and Good-evening.

But Mr.White says she is very lonely; people don't go to see her much: so I should think she would be very glad of somebody her own age in the house, to come and sit with her.

She looks very ill, poor soul.