Peter Paul's sisters had inherited the farm.

They managed it together, and they had divided their mother's clothes, and also her rings and ear-rings, her gold skull-cap and head-band and pins,--the heirlooms of a Dutch farmeress.
"It matters very little how we divide them, dear," Anna had said, "for I shall never marry, and they will all go to your girl." The elder sister was married and had two children.

She had grown up very pretty--a fair woman, with liquid misleading eyes.

They looked as if they were gazing into the far future, but they did not see an inch beyond the farm.

Anna was a very plain copy of her in body, in mind she was the elder sister's echo.