"Yes."
"I heerd it was so. And what's become of the old family?"
"They are scattered. Mr. Landholm is gone West, with one of his sons; the others are in different places."
"And the girl is dead, ain't she?"
"Winnie? — yes."
Elizabeth knew that!
"The mother was gone first — to a better place. She had a fine lot o' children. Will was a pictur; — the farmer, he was a fine man too; — but there was one — the second boy — Winthrop, — he was the flower of the flock, to my thinkin'. I ha'n't seen him this great while. He's been here since I lost my sight, but I thought I could see him when I heerd him speak."
There was silence. Elizabeth did not feel inclined to break it.
"Do you know him, maybe?" the old woman said presently.
Winthrop had made himself pleasant there! —
"Yes."