"Well, anyhow, I got up that day about six. I knew that no stores near here would be open so early, and I decided to walk over toward the other side of town. It's a sort of poor section there, and the stores often open up quite early, so that folks can do their marketing before they go to work. It was a beautiful, cool morning, and I was quite enjoying myself when--Jan, _what_ do you think?--I looked up, and about half a block ahead of me was a little black figure with a market-basket, hurrying along. I _knew_ it was Miss Benedict! "Can you imagine my surprise--and delight? I suddenly made up my mind I'd keep behind her, and go into the same store she did. There could surely be no harm in _that_! And by and by I saw her turn into a little grocery-shop; and a minute or two after in I walked, went to the counter, and stood right near her. There was no one in the store beside ourselves and the grocer. He looked sleepy, and was yawning while he wrapped up something for her. He asked me to 'Wait a minute, please!' which, of course, I was only too delighted to do, as it gave me a perfect right to stand close by my mysterious little neighbor and hear her speak. "And it was right there, Janet, that I got the surprise of my life. She still wore her black veil, and it was so thick that not a bit of her face could be seen. Her dress was the most old-fashioned thing--it looked twenty years old, if not more. I don't know what sort of a voice I had expected to hear, but it was nothing in the least like what I _did_ hear. "I can't exactly describe it to you, Jan, but it was the most beautiful _speaking_ voice I've ever heard in my life! It was soft, and flute-like, and so--so _appealing_! It somehow went straight to my heart. It made me feel as if I wanted to take _care_ of Miss Benedict, somehow, I can't exactly explain it. Even when she was speaking of such commonplace things as butter and eggs and sugar, it was like--like _music_! "Well, in a few moments she had finished, and the grocer packed her things in her basket, and she went away. I had to stay, of course, and get my oatmeal, and I didn't see her again. But being so close to her and hearing that lovely voice had changed my whole feeling about her. At first, I had just been interested and awfully _curious_ about the whole mysterious affair, and, I'll confess, just a wee bit repelled by the account of the queer little lady and the strange way she lived. I wanted to know the explanation of the mystery, but I didn't particularly want to know _her_. But after that, I felt different,--sort of bewitched by that beautiful voice. I wanted to _help_ that Miss Benedict. I wanted to _do_ something for her, or try to make her happier, or--or _something_, I couldn't quite explain what. And I wanted--oh, so much!--to see her _face_, and know what she was like, and more about _herself_. Can you understand, Jan?" "Indeed, I can. But do go on. Did you ever meet her again?"