She had used to have a fancy that Andrew and Cynthia might make a match.

She had seen no reason to the contrary, and she always looked at Cynthia with a curious sense of injury and resentment when she thought of what might have been.
As Cynthia Lennox swept down the walk to-day, the old lady said, sharply: "I don't see why she should walk any prouder than anybody else.

I don't know why she should, if she's right-minded.

The Lennoxes wasn't any grander than the Brewsters way back, if they have got a little more money of late years.

Cynthia's grandfather, old Squire Lennox, used to keep the store, and live in one side of it, and her mother's father, Calvin Goodenough, kept the tavern.