"Yes, it was."
"Did this here belong to old Squire Landholm?"
"No."
"'Twa'n't fetched here lately, I guess, was it?"
"No — it has lain here a long time."
"Who did it belong to, then?"
"It belonged to me."
"Is it your'n now?" said the man looking up at her.
"No," said Elizabeth colouring, — "it is not; but it belongs to a friend of mine."
"Was you ever in these parts before?"