Nancy made no reply, but turned to look from the window.
“To-morrow will be Monday, and I must get back to school,” she thought.
It was late in the afternoon when Mrs. Ferris called Nancy to listen to what she had to say.
“I kin talk ter ye now,” she said, “an' first I'll ask ye ef ye remember the old house in Merrivale where ye used ter live before Mis' Dainty give ye a home?”
“I guess I do,” said Nancy.
“Wal, 'twa'n't much of er livin' ye had, an' the woman what took keer of ye was only yer stepmother. Did ye know that?”
“Some of the children told me,” Nancy replied.
“Wal, did any one ever tell ye 'bout yer own mother?”
Nancy stared in round-eyed surprise.
“Why, if she was my stepmother, of course I must have had an own mother once, but I never thought of it.”