She laughed and flirted with him outrageous, and said she was a stranger in these parts, when I'd seen her many a time at Miss Squiers's." "What was her name then ?" asked the man.
"I think it was Rosie--or Lucy, or something--.

Anyhow, it wasn't Eliza, and that I'll swear to.

But the girl laughed at me and made such silly smiles at 'Rast that he told me to shut up, 'cause he had a use for her in politics." "Well, well!" repeated the visitor.

"Just see how stories get twisted.

I heard you gave the girl a letter to your cousin Martha." "Well, I did.