"Here, Sophrony, fetch the camphire; she's goin' to faint." But Mary did not faint, and after smelling the camphor, she said, "Go on, madam, and tell me more of Sarah Fletcher." "She can do it," whispered the landlord with a sly wink.

"She knows every body's history from Dan to Beersheby." This intimation was wholly lost on the good-humored hostess, who continued, "Mr.Fletcher died when Sarah was small, and her mother married a Mr .-- --, I don't justly remember his name" "Temple ?" suggested Mary.
"Yes, Temple, that's it.

He was rich and cross, and broke her heart by the time she had her second baby.

Sarah was adopted by her Grandmother Fletcher who died, and she came with her uncle to America." "Did she ever speak of her sisters ?" asked Mary, and the woman replied, "Before she got crazy, she did.

One of 'em, she said, was in this country somewhere, and t'other the one she remembered the best, and talked the most about, lived in England.