And when she come, she stood by the table and says:
"Miss Wakely, I am Mis' Arthur Carney."
"My land!" I says. It had never entered my head that he might have a wife on top of everything else.
"I have been hearing," she says, "of what you did some time ago. I mean about—Mr. Carney. I have come to find you, because it seemed to me that you must be a remarkable girl."
"Oh, Mis' Carney," I says, "nobody needs to be remarkable to think of getting him arrested."
And then I remembered something: "Yes, sir!" I says, "it was you! It was you that was in the pinkish dress in Mr. Ember's house that day!"
And I told her what she had been saying when she passed the door. But all I was thinking was—she knew; him. She knew Mr. Ember, too!
She talked to me a long time. She didn't ask me many questions—and I didn't tell her much about me, but still in a little while we felt real acquainted. And pretty soon she says:
"I came really, you know, to see whether you had found another position—after you left that one. I've had a good deal of a time finding you out. What have you done since? What are you doing now?"