She isn't mentioned.

She could stay there--" "Until she got tired of it herself ?" "Until the man came back for her." He thought her face was glowing duskily in the twilight.
"I wonder--wonder about so many things," she said softly.
"I believe you're a sleeping rebel yourself, Nance.

If ever you do eat from that tree, there'll be no holding you.

You won't wait to be driven forth!" "And you are, a wicked young man--that kind never comes back in the stories." "That may be no jest, Nance.

I should surely be wicked, if I thought it brings the happiness it's said to.