She was tall and splendidly made, and her manner--oh, as if she owned the place.

She did own a lot--she had more money than any one else thereabouts, anyhow.

It was the tallest kind of a holiday when Charley and I walked out to the big white house-golly, but it was white--to visit her! We didn't eat much the day before we went to see her; and we didn't eat much the day after, either.

She used to feed us--I wish I could eat like that now! I can see her brown eyes following us about, full of fire, but soft and kind, too.

She had a great temper, they said, but everybody liked her, and some loved her.
She'd had one girl, but she died of consumption, got camping out in bad weather.