Strange work may be in Hereford yet: but I'll say no more; I must go and consult with knowing men who are of my opinion." He sallied forth, and Mrs.Hill was left in a state which only those who are troubled with the disease of excessive curiosity can rightly comprehend or compassionate.

She hied her back to Phoebe, to whom she announced her father's answer, and then went gossiping to all her female acquaintance in Hereford, to tell them all that she knew, and all that she did not know, and to endeavour to find out a secret where there was none to be found.
There are trials of temper in all conditions, and no lady, in high or low life, could endure them with a better grace than Phoebe.

Whilst Mr.and Mrs.Hill were busied abroad, there came to see Phoebe one of the widow Smith's children.

With artless expressions of gratitude to Phoebe this little girl mixed the praises of O'Neill, who, she said, had been the constant friend of her mother, and had given her money every week since the fire happened.

"Mammy loves him dearly for being so good-natured," continued the child; "and he has been good to other people as well as to us." "To whom ?" said Phoebe.
"To a poor man who has lodged for these few days past next door to us," replied the child; "I don't know his name rightly, but he is an Irishman, and he goes out a-haymaking in the daytime along with a number of others.
He knew Mr.O'Neill in his own country, and he told mammy a great deal about his goodness." As the child finished these words, Phoebe took out of a drawer some clothes, which she had made for the poor woman's children, and gave them to the little girl.