"There's somethin' mysterious in the behavior o' the young folk," she confided. "I'm uncommon versed in the language of sighs an' tender looks, an' it's comin' to somethin' before long."
"You don't mean that Will Devitt is in love?" the doctor's wife asked, in mild surprise.
"I'm afeard it's just that," Nancy admitted, regretfully.
"And with whom, pray?"
Nancy bent forward and whispered in her ear.
"Your Katie!" Sophia Dodona exclaimed.
Nancy nodded, and they both laughed.
Nancy knew instinctively that her two foster-children had something they wished to say to her, and she purposely kept them at arm's length, whilst she enjoyed their discomfiture.
"It's rare fun," she told Sophia.
Will Devitt was becoming desperate, for he must soon get himself back to his prairie farm. So, after a lengthy twilight consultation with his heart's desire, he came tramping awkwardly into the presence of the widow McVeigh.