"You are thinking of her then."
"Why, yes, Hannah, I can't think of anything else. Isn't she a nice little creature?"
"Yes!"
"How handy she was about the breakfast, I shouldn't wonder now if all the dishes are washed up by the time we get back."
"Do you think so!" said aunt Hannah, gazing down into her foaming pail so steadily, that even uncle Nathan could see that she was not thinking of anything so trivial as her morning's work.
"Hannah," he said, "what has come over you! you seem so strange since this little girl came. You scarcely speak."
"Do I ever speak much?" she answered.
"No," said uncle Nathan with a sigh, "but now something has gone wrong—what is it? don't you like to keep the child?"
"Yes, I like it."
"She will be a help to you."