Miss Herrick's face wore the same look which Elizabeth had seen there once or twice before.
"Martha Wayne?" she murmured.
"Why, yes, Aunt Caroline; but she is called Patsy. I was going to tell you—"
"Rebecca," said Miss Herrick, in a weak voice, "do you suppose—"
"I think it is highly probable," said Miss Rebecca, briskly. "Martha Wayne married a Loring, and went to Boston to live."
"Patsy said they used to live in Boston," put in Elizabeth; "but when her father died, they came here."
"Of course it is the same," said Miss Herrick. "Of all things, to have her come into our lives again. I always thought that it was partly owing to Martha Wayne's influence that—"
She stopped abruptly.
"But, Aunt Caroline, what do you mean? Do you know Patsy? Please tell me!"