She looked alternately at Wilbur and Margaret.
"Goodness gracious," said she, and did not trouble to whisper.

"That is the next to the last chapter of _The Poor Lady_.

And to think that your wife wrote it! Goodness gracious, and here she has been living right here in Fairbridge all the time and folks have been seeing her and talking to her and never knew! Did you know, Mr.Edes ?" The young girl fixed her sharp pretty eyes upon Wilbur.

"Never dreamed of it," he blurted out, "just as much surprised as any of you." "I don't believe I could have kept such a wonderful thing as that from my own husband," said the girl, who was unmarried, and had no lover.

But Wilbur did not hear.