"No, I can't believe she would," said she.
"She came from those Louds on her mother's side," whispered the first woman, guardedly, with dark emphasis.
"Ellen," said Fanny, suddenly, and almost sharply, "you didn't take those things in any way you hadn't ought to, did you?
Tell mother." "Fanny!" cried Andrew.
"If she did, it's the first time a Brewster ever stole," said Mrs.
Zelotes.

Her face was no longer strange with unwonted sweetness as she looked at Fanny.
Andrew put his face down to Ellen's again.

"Father knows she didn't steal the things; never mind," he whispered.
Suddenly the stout woman made a soft, ponderous rush out of the room and the house.

She passed the window with oscillating swiftness.
"Where's Miss Wetherhed gone ?" said one woman to another.
"She's thought of somethin'." "Maybe she left her bread in the oven." "No, she's thought of somethin'." A very old lady, who had been sitting in a rocking-chair on the other side of the room, rose trembling and came to Ellen and leaned over her, looking at her with small, black, bright eyes through gold-rimmed spectacles.

The old woman was deaf, and her voice was shrill and high-pitched to reach her own consciousness.