"You knew this girl at one time," said Tera, looking keenly at him.
The young man flushed and laughed nervously. "I knew her as one knows those sort of people," he said. "Last year her tribe camped on the common near my farm, and Zara--that was her name, was it not?"
"Yes," rejoined Tera, with some irony, "Zara Lovell was her name."
"Well, Zara came round to my house a good deal, selling things and telling fortunes. I saw her very often; so did Finland, here."
"Oh, I saw her!" struck in Jack. "A pretty girl she was, with a devil of a temper."
"Jack," cried Rachel, in a shocked tone, "how can you!"
"I beg your pardon, cousin. But she had a temper. I shouldn't have liked to be hitched up 'longside her in double harness."
"You mean, I suppose, you would not have liked to marry her. Jack! Jack! what slang you use!"
"I do. Cousin Rachel. I must mend my ways."
"Zara was married," said Tera, shortly; "she told me so. I wish now I had asked her about her husband."