Any better at the Ferry, or down east, as you call it ?" "Eh ?" was the lumbering, half-suspicious answer from the startled boy.
"I've heard naught down yonder, but that a gal threw herself over the waterfall up here last night.

Is that a fact, sir?
I'm mighty curus to know.

My mother knew them Hazens; used to wash for 'em years ago.

She told me to bring up these taters and larn all I could about it." "We don't know much more than that ourselves," was the smooth and cautious reply.

"The lady certainly is missing, and she is supposed to have drowned herself." Then, as he noted the fellow's eyes resting with some curiosity on Mr.Ransom's well-clad, gentlemanly figure, added gravely, and with a slight gesture towards the latter: "The lady's husband." The lad's jaw fell and he looked very sheepish.
"Excuse me, misters, I didn't know," he managed to mutter, with a slash at his horse which was vainly endeavoring to pull the cart from the rut in which it had stuck.