"No."
"Do you know where she is?"
"No, I don't."
Dorian's hopes fell. "But tell me what you know about her—you know something."
"It was the latter part of August when she came to us. She had walked from town, an' she said she was wanting a place to work. As she was used to farm life, she preferred to work at a country home, she said."
"Was she a dark-haired, rosy-cheeked girl?"
"Her hair was dark, but there was no roses in her cheeks. There might have been once. I was glad to say yes to her for I needed help bad. Of course, it was strange, this girl comin' from the city a' wanting to work in the country. It's usually the other way."
"Yes; I suppose so."
"So I was a little suspicious."
"Of what?"