"It's her niece; and she's eleven years old." The man's jaw fell.
"Sho!--I wonder, now," he muttered; then a tender light came into his faded eyes.

"It ain't--but it must be--Miss Jennie's little gal! There wasn't none of the rest of 'em married.

Why, Nancy, it must be Miss Jennie's little gal.

Glory be ter praise! ter think of my old eyes a-seein' this!" "Who was Miss Jennie ?" "She was an angel straight out of Heaven," breathed the man, fervently; "but the old master and missus knew her as their oldest daughter.

She was twenty when she married and went away from here long years ago.