But this did not suit the views of Mrs. Fogson, who was curious to hear more about the antecedents of Jed.
"Won't you come in and take a cup of tea?" she asked with unusual hospitality.
"I don't care for tea—it's slops," answered the visitor. "If you could give me a thimbleful of whiskey I wouldn't mind taking it. When I am tired and dragged out it goes to the right spot."
"Yes, I can give you a glass," answered Mrs. Fogson. "Me and Fogson generally keeps a little in case of sickness, though we wouldn't have it known, as this is a temperance town."
"You are safe with me, I won't mention it," said the caller.
She then learned that Jed was probably at Bar Harbor; but Mrs. Fogson found out very little from her in return. After a few minutes the strange woman set out on her walk to the Avery cottage.
CHAPTER XXXVII. JANE GILMAN.
The visitor took a seat in the rocking-chair offered her by Mrs. Avery.