Dempsey's expression changed at the name. He bent forward eagerly.
"By the way, who is Miss Henderson? Do you know where she comes from?"
The others stared.
"Last winter," said Betts at last, "she wor on a farm down Devonshire way. And before that she wor at college—with Miss Janet."
"Was she ever in Canada?"
"Yes!" said Halsey with sudden decision, "she wor—for she told me one day when I wor mendin' the new reaper and binder, that we in this country didn't know what harvest meant. 'Why, I've helped to reap a field—in Canada,' she ses, 'fower miles square,' she ses, 'six teams o' horses—an' six horses to the team,' she ses—'that's somethin' like.' So I know she's been in Canada."
"Ah!" said Dempsey, staring at the carpet. "And she's not married? You're sure she's not married?"
"Married?" said all the others, looking at him in disapproving astonishment.
"Well, if she ain't, I saw her sister—or her double—twice—about two-and-a-half year ago—at a place thirty miles from Winnipeg. I could ha' sworn I'd seen her before!"
"Well, you can't ha' seen her before," said Betts positively; "cause she's Miss, not Missis."