"To-morrow you shall tell me all about it, but you no need to say a single word to-night, only just set still and rest ye.

I'm a lone woman here.

I buried my mother last June, and I'm right glad to have company once in a while.

Abby Rock, my name is; and perhaps if you'd tell me yours, we should feel more comfortable like, when we come to sit down to supper.
What do you say ?" Her glance was so kind, her voice so cordial and hearty, that Marie could have knelt down to thank her.

"I am Marie," she said, smiling back into the kind eyes.