“Lucinda,” said Sylvia, earnestly. “Folks can't really believe you'd go and do such a thing.”
“It's like flies after molasses,” said Lucinda. “I never felt I was so sweet before in my life.”
“What can they think you'd go and poison a good, steady boarder like that for?”
“She paid a dollar a day,” said Lucinda.
“I know she did.”
“And I liked her,” said Lucinda. “I know lots of folks didn't, but I did. I know what folks said, and I'll own I found things in her room, but I don't care what folks do to their outsides as long as their insides are right. Miss Farrel was a real good woman, and she had a kind of hard time, too.”
“Why, I thought she had a real good place in the high-school; and teachers earn their money dreadful easy.”
“It wasn't that.”
“What was it?”
Lucinda hesitated. “Well,” she said, finally, “it can't do her any harm, now she's dead and gone, and I don't know as it was anything against her, anyway. She just set her eyes by your boarder.”