Of course there was a great variety of comment, its character depending very much on the sense, knowledge, and disposition of the citizens, gossips, and young people who talked over the painful and mysterious occurrence.
The Withers Homestead was naturally the chief centre of interest.

Nurse Byloe, an ancient and voluminous woman, who had known the girl when she was a little bright-eyed child, handed over "the baby" she was holding to another attendant, and got on her things to go straight up to The Poplars.

She had been holding "the baby" these forty years and more, but somehow it never got to be more than a month or six weeks old.

She reached The Poplars after much toil and travail.

Mistress Fagan, Irish, house-servant, opened the door, at which Nurse Byloe knocked softly, as she was in the habit of doing at the doors of those who sent for her.
"Have you heerd anything yet, Kitty Fagan ?" asked Nurse Byloe.
"Niver a blissed word," said she.