"Rachel Frost has nothing to say to Luke Roy." Tynn laid down his paper, and rose.

"I'll just tell the mistress that Rachel's on her way home," said he.

"She's put up like anything at her being out--wants her for something particular, she says." Barely had he departed on his errand, when a loud commotion was heard in the passage.

Mr.Dan Duff had burst in at the back door, uttering sounds of distress--of fright--his eyes starting, his hair standing on end, his words nearly unintelligible.
"Rachel Frost is in the Willow Pond--drownded!" The women shrieked when they gathered in the sense.

It was enough to make them shriek.