She was looking very ill. And I'm sure if she had appeared with a beard as well as her husband, her face could not have seemed more changed. Not her face only, but her manners. Instead of figuring off in silks and ribbons, finer than the stars, laughing with every one she met, and throwing her handsome eyes about, she wore only plain things, and went along noticing no one. Some people called it "pride;" Miss Timmens said it was disappointment. The first time Tod and I met her, she never lifted her eyes at all. Tod would have stayed to speak; but she just said, "Good morning, gentlemen," and went on. "I say, Johnny, there's some change there," was Tod's remark, as he turned to look after her. They had been in the place about a week--and Roe seemed to keep indoors, or else was away, for no one ever saw him--when a strange turn arose, that was destined to set the neighbourhood in an uproar. I was running past the school-house one evening at dusk, and saw Maria Lease sitting with Miss Timmens by fire-light. Liking Maria very much--for I always did like her, and always shall--I went bolt in to them. James Hill's wife was also there, in her mourning gown with crape on it, sitting right back in the chimney corner. She had gone back to Hill then, but made no scruple of leaving him alone often: and Hill, who had had his lesson, put up with it. And you would never guess; no, not though you had tried from then till Midsummer; what they were whispering about, as though scared out of their seven senses. David Garth's ghost was haunting Willow Cottage. Miss Timmens was telling the story; the others listened with open mouths. She began at the beginning again for my benefit.