She prattled incessantly.

What difference, Jane thought, a child made in her home! It had never been a real home, she discovered.

Even the tidiness and neatness she had so observed, and upon which she had insisted to her women, became, in the light of Fay's smile, habits that now lost their importance.

Fay littered the court with Jane's books and papers, and other toys her fancy improvised, and many a strange craft went floating down the little brook.
And it was owing to Fay's presence that Jane Withersteen came to see more of Lassiter.

The rider had for the most part kept to the sage.