Twice a week there was the sound of fiddling and dancing feet in a certain wooden hall that stood near the river; and there, with the men and women of the worldly sort, Ann and her sister danced.

It was their amusement; they had no other except the idle talking and laughing that went on over the table at which Ann sold her home-brewed beer.

Ann's end in life was just the ordinary one--respectability, or a moderate righteousness, first, and after that, pleasure.

She was a strong, vigorous, sunbrowned maiden; she worked hard to brew her beer and to sell it.

She ruled her sister with an inflexible will.