For some time she worked in silence; then, her task finished, she looked about the bare little room in plain disgust.

“Well, it’s done—­my part, anyhow,” she sighed.  “There ain’t no dirt here—­and there’s mighty little else.  Poor little soul!—­a pretty place this is ter put a homesick, lonesome child into!” she finished, going out and closing the door with a bang, “Oh!” she ejaculated, biting her lip.  Then, doggedly:  “Well, I don’t care.  I hope she did hear the bang,—­I do, I do!”

In the garden that afternoon, Nancy found a few minutes in which to interview Old Tom, who had pulled the weeds and shovelled the paths about the place for uncounted years.

“Mr. Tom,” began Nancy, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure she was unobserved; “did you know a little girl was comin’ here ter live with Miss Polly?”

“A—­what?” demanded the old man, straightening his bent back with difficulty.

“A little girl—­to live with Miss Polly.”

“Go on with yer jokin’,” scoffed unbelieving Tom.  “Why don’t ye tell me the sun is a-goin’ ter set in the east ter-morrer?”

“But it’s true.  She told me so herself,” maintained Nancy.  “It’s her niece; and she’s eleven years old.”

The man’s jaw fell.

“Sho!—­I wonder, now,” he muttered; then a tender light came into his faded eyes.  “It ain’t—­but it must be—­Miss Jennie’s little gal!  There wasn’t none of the rest of ’em married.  Why, Nancy, it must be Miss Jennie’s little gal.  Glory be ter praise! ter think of my old eyes a-seein’ this!”

“Who was Miss Jennie?”

“She was an angel straight out of Heaven,” breathed the man, fervently; “but the old master and missus knew her as their oldest daughter.  She was twenty when she married and went away from here long years ago.  Her babies all died, I heard, except the last one; and that must be the one what’s a-comin’.”

“She’s eleven years old.”

“Yes, she might be,” nodded the old man.

“And she’s goin’ ter sleep in the attic—­more shame ter her!” scolded Nancy, with another glance over her shoulder toward the house behind her.

Old Tom frowned.  The next moment a curious smile curved his lips.

“I’m a-wonderin’ what Miss Polly will do with a child in the house,” he said.

“Humph!  Well, I’m a-wonderin’ what a child will do with Miss Polly in the house!” snapped Nancy.

The old man laughed.

“I’m afraid you ain’t fond of Miss Polly,” he grinned.

“As if ever anybody could be fond of her!” scorned Nancy.

Old Tom smiled oddly.  He stooped and began to work again.

“I guess maybe you didn’t know about Miss Polly’s love affair,” he said slowly.

“Love affair—­her!  No!—­and I guess nobody else didn’t, neither.”

“Oh, yes they did,” nodded the old man.  “And the feller’s livin’ ter-day—­right in this town, too.”