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In
the
garden
that
afternoon
,
Nancy
found
a
few
minutes
in
which
to
interview
Old
Tom
,
who
had
pulled
the
weeds
and
shovelled
the
paths
about
the
place
for
uncounted
years
.
"
Mr.
Tom
,
"
began
Nancy
,
throwing
a
quick
glance
over
her
shoulder
to
make
sure
she
was
unobserved
;
"
did
you
know
a
little
girl
was
comin
'
here
ter
live
with
Miss
Polly
?
"
"
A
--
what
?
"
demanded
the
old
man
,
straightening
his
bent
back
with
difficulty
.
"
A
little
girl
--
to
live
with
Miss
Polly
.
"
"
Go
on
with
yer
jokin
'
,
"
scoffed
unbelieving
Tom
.
"
Why
do
n't
ye
tell
me
the
sun
is
a-goin
'
ter
set
in
the
east
ter-morrer
?
"
"
But
it
's
true
.
She
told
me
so
herself
,
"
maintained
Nancy
.
"
It
's
her
niece
;
and
she
's
eleven
years
old
.
"
The
man
's
jaw
fell
.
"
Sho
!
--
I
wonder
,
now
,
"
he
muttered
;
then
a
tender
light
came
into
his
faded
eyes
.
"
It
ai
n't
--
but
it
must
be
--
Miss
Jennie
's
little
gal
!
There
was
n't
none
of
the
rest
of
'
em
married
.
Why
,
Nancy
,
it
must
be
Miss
Jennie
's
little
gal
.
Glory
be
ter
praise
!
ter
think
of
my
old
eyes
a-seein
'
this
!
"
"
Who
was
Miss
Jennie
?
"
"
She
was
an
angel
straight
out
of
Heaven
,
"
breathed
the
man
,
fervently
;
"
but
the
old
master
and
missus
knew
her
as
their
oldest
daughter
.
She
was
twenty
when
she
married
and
went
away
from
here
long
years
ago
.
Her
babies
all
died
,
I
heard
,
except
the
last
one
;
and
that
must
be
the
one
what
's
a-comin
'
.
"
"
She
's
eleven
years
old
.
"
