"Yes, and you ought to know me. We were born in the same village."
"Mary Grant!" ejaculated Seth, after a brief scrutiny.
"That was my name. Now I am Mary Mead. I married, but my husband is dead. But sit down. It does me good to see an old friend."
"It seems incredible," said Seth, as he took the proffered seat. "We met last in England, and now again under strange and unexpected circumstances." Seth Lawton seemed moved, but his tone was one of satisfaction.
"Yes, Seth, much has happened since we parted."
"How long have you lived in America?"
"Ten years."
"And when did your husband die?"
"Three years since. He left me nothing but the children, and it has been a sad and sorrowful time. We have lived, but there have been times when we have been on the verge of starvation. And you, how has it been with you?"
"I have no right to complain. I have lived comfortably. You know Ezra Little?"