Half the women in town don't speak to me." It was at the end of Rosalie's fifth week as a member of the family that something happened.

Late one night when Anderson opened the front door to put out the cat a heavily veiled woman mounted the steps and accosted him.

In some trepidation he drew back and would have closed the door but for her eager remonstrance.
"I must see you, Mr.Crow," she cried in a low, agitated voice.
"Who are you ?" he demanded.

She was dressed entirely in black.
"I came to see you about the baby." "That won't do, madam.

There's been three tramps here to hornswoggle us an' I--" "I _must_ see her, Mr.Crow," pleaded the stranger, and he was struck by the richness of her voice.
"Mighty queer, it seems to me," he muttered hesitatingly.