"I don't believe you can think of anything except that child." "So more I can!" said the man, looking at her with bright, hard eyes.
"Nothing else! She is my life!" and with that he turned hastily to the door and was gone.
"His life!" repeated Abby, gazing after him as he strode away down the street.

"Much like his life she is, the pretty creetur! And she saying that fiddle was her life, only yesterday! How are all these lives going to work together?
that's what I want to know!" And she shook her head, and went back to her spinning.

There was no doubt in Abby's mind about Marie's answer, when she grew a little used to the new idea.

Her silent suitor was many years older than she, it was true, but as she said to him, what a chance for the friendless wanderer! And if he loved her now, how much more he would love her when he came to know her well, and see all her pretty ways about the house, like a kitten or a bird.

And she would respect and admire him, that was certain, Abby thought.