Frances Peard
"Unawares"
Chapter One.
“Quaint old town of toil and traffic.”
Longfellow.
“You might tell us something, Madame Angelin, since you know so much!”
“Yes, indeed. What is the good of knowing if you keep it to yourself?” cried a younger woman, impatiently, placing, as she spoke, her basket of herbs and vegetables upon the broad stone edge of the fountain around which a little group had gathered.
“Was it a fit?”