"Do you remember me?" she asked, throwing back her veil so as to give an unobstructed view of her full, florid face.
"Are you the girl who brought the boy Jed to me fourteen years ago?"
"The same. I don't find you in your old place."
"No; we—my husband and I—left the poor farm about a year since. Have you been there?"
"Yes, I saw the new woman, and a spiteful piece she is, I'll be bound."
Mrs. Avery smiled.
"I don't admire Mrs. Fogson," she said, "but I suppose that is natural."
"She tells me the boy is no longer in the poorhouse."
"No."