Mrs.Eben Merritt was a small and plain-visaged little woman; people had always wondered why Squire Eben Merritt had married her.

Eben Merritt had not come to the funeral.

It was afterwards reported that he had gone fishing instead, and people were scandalized, and indignantly triumphant, because it was what they had expected of him.

Little Lucina had come with her mother, and sat in the high chair where they had placed her, with her little morocco-shod feet dangling, her little hands crossed in her lap, and her blue eyes looking out soberly and anxiously from her best silk hood.

Once in a while she glanced timidly at Jerome, and reflected how he had given her sassafras, and how he hadn't any father.
When the singing began, the tears came into her eyes and her lip quivered; but she tried not to cry, although there were smothered sobs all around her.