THE TWO OLD MAIDS "He's the meanest man I ever saw," thought Andy.

"Does he think I work on nothing a year, and find myself?
Divil a bit of work will I do for him agin, if I know it." But better luck was in store for Andy.
Quarter of a mile farther on, in a two-story house, old-fashioned but neat, lived two maiden ladies of very uncertain age, Misses Priscilla and Sophia Grant.

I am not aware that any relationship existed between them and our distinguished ex-President.

Nevertheless, they were of very respectable family and connections, and of independent property, owning bank stock which brought them in an annual income of about twelve hundred dollars, in addition to the house they occupied, and half a dozen acres of land thereunto pertaining.

Now, this was not a colossal fortune, but in a country place like Crampton it made them ladies of large property.
Priscilla was the elder of the two, and general manager.