"Poor Barney! poor Barney!" The doors were all open, and once she thought she heard a sob from below, then concluded she must be mistaken.

But she was not, for Sylvia Crane was lamenting as sorely as the younger maiden up-stairs.
"Poor Richard!" she repeated, piteously.

"Poor Richard! There he came, and the stone was up, and he had to go away." The faces which were so clear to the hearts of both women, as if they were before their eyes, had a certain similarity.

Indeed, Richard Alger and Barnabas Thayer were distantly related on the mother's side, and people said they looked enough alike to be brothers.

Sylvia saw the same type of face as Charlotte, only Richard's face was older, for he was six years older than she.
"If I hadn't put the stone up," she moaned, "maybe he would have thought I didn't hear him knock, an' he'd come in an' waited.