"Have you?" asked Jane, momentarily uneasy, but quickly recovering her self-possession she reflected that the Averys could not possibly know anything of Jed's real history. "I suppose there's a many Fenwicks in the world and some of 'em in America. My brother's wife was a good-looking woman, and the boy takes after her."
"She died young, I suppose?"
"Only three months after he was born."
"Is your brother still living?"
"No; he was killed in a railroad accident out in Iowa six months since. He was a brakeman on the railroad. He left me a tidy sum of money, and said that I was to look up Jed."
"This accounts for your visit, then?"
"Yes; I want to take my nephew with me and see to his education, as my brother wished me to."
"Did Mrs. Fogson give you any idea where he was?"
"She said he had run away, but she had information that he was at Bar Harbor, wherever that is, in the service of some rich gentleman."
"We have heard the same thing. What do you propose to do?"