Ephraim, it was remarked, was always particularly careful in searching Rogers when he came off shift, in the hope, as the men believed, of one day finding a secreted nugget, and getting even with his enemy by gaoling him for a few years.
As Ephraim passed out from the bar he again allowed his eyes to roll up and meet those of his enemy from the dark shadow of his thick brows.
'Don't forget the little widow was sweet on Frank Hardy before you jugged him, Tinribs,' said the miner.
Tinribs was a name bestowed upon the superintendent by the youth of Waddy, and called after him by irreverent small boys from convenient cover or under the shelter of darkness.

He found the Widow Haddon at home.

She it was who answered his knock.
'I have come from the School Committee, ma'am,' he said, still intent upon his boots.
'About Dickie, is it?
Come in.' Mrs.Haddon was dressmaker-in-ordinary to the township, and her otherwise carefully tended kitchen was littered with clippings and bits of material.

She resumed her task by the lamp a soon as the delegate of the School Committee was comfortably seated.
'Has Richard come home, ma'am ?' Ephraim was an orator, and prided himself on his command of language.
The widow shook her head.

'No,' she said composedly.