"It's a good farm. Who's goin' to take care of it for you?"
"I don't know, yet."
"I 'spose you'll be gettin' married, one of these days, and then there'll be some one to do it for you. Be you handsome, particular, as 'Siah says?"
Elizabeth coloured exceedingly, and a tittering laugh, somewhat boisterous, ran round the group of spectators and listeners, with a murmured "Oh Grand'ma! —"
"Whisht!" — said the old woman; — "I'm not talkin' like you.
I'm old and blind. I can't see for myself, and I want to know.
She can tell me."
"Father telled ye already," said the eldest girl.
"I can tell better from what she says," said Mrs. Underhill, turning her face towards her visiter. "What does she say? Be you uncommon fair and handsome? — or not more than the common?"
The red deepened on Elizabeth's cheek and brow, but she answered, not without some hesitation,
"I believe — more than the common."
A little glimpse of a smile stole over the old woman's face.