"Well, if he wasn't so suspicious-looking," grumbled the old woman; "but, for to go and sit there all the evening, and never speak one word, is a leetle too much."
"People don't talk when they are in trouble, I tell you!" retorted her spouse. "And now I think on't, perhaps he's some friend or other of that poor young girl that's going to be hung. I'm sure, if he is, it's enough to make him silent. Fill my cup, Susan."
"He's real good-looking, anyway," remarked one of the girls, "with the loveliest of black eyes."
"And the sweetest curling hair!" said the other.
"And the whitest teeth—did you notice?" added the first.
"No; but I saw his hands; they was white as a lady's!" chimed in the second.
"I don't believe he's a bad man, either; he don't look like it," said the first.
"I declare to massy! if Sary ain't gone and fell in love with him!" exclaimed Johnny, with a chuckle.
"I hain't neither!" said "Sary," angrily, with reddening cheeks.
"Well, there, don't get quarreling about him!" broke in the mother. "The man's going away to-morrow morning; that's one blessing!"