Mrs. Vint turned her head, and inspected the pedlar from afar, as if he was some natural curiosity.
"Where do you come from, young man?" said she.
"Well, I came from Kendal last; but I am Cumberland born."
"Why, that is where t'other comes from," suggested Paul Carrick, who was once more a frequenter of the house.
"Like enow," said Mrs. Vint.
With that she dropped the matter as one of no consequence, and retired. But she went straight to Mercy, in the parlor, and told her there was a man in the kitchen that called himself Thomas Leicester.
"Well, mother?" said Mercy, with high indifference, for she was trying new socks on King Baby.
"He comes from Cumberland."
"Well, to be sure, names do run in counties."
"That is true; but, seems to me, he favors your man: much of a height, and—There, do just step into the kitchen a moment."