At Mrs. Doggett's tentative venture, the red blood came in a flood in Miss Nancy's face, and spread from her faded brown calico collar to the roots of the unlovely hair on her high forehead. "And, seein' no prospect of gittin' your notice, he turned wher' his attentions wuz more welcomer," concluded her guest. "You're a talkin' about Lucy and Mr. Lindsay, ain't you?" jerked out Miss Nancy, finally, when the tell-tale blush had partially faded. "Yes, I am," admitted Mrs. Doggett: "the talk is they're a courtin'." "I haven't saw no courtin' goin' on," insisted Miss Nancy in half hopeful prevarication, "have you?" This was Mrs. Doggett's opportunity, eagerly seized. "Well, Miss Nancy," she answered, laying a propitiatory hand on Miss Nancy's lap, "I'll tell you what little I know. As fur back as August,--the day my pore Callie lay a corpse, Miss Lucy wuz at her house, and Henrietty wuz thar, and Mr. Lindsay drapped in a few minutes. Henrietty says they looked courty _then_. I asked Henrietty: 'Did they say anytheng lovin', Henrietty?' 'No, Ma, I can't say that they did,' she says: '_she_ set down on the aidge o' the bed, a pinkin' up like a bashful young girl, and _he_ crossed over the room, and stood by her a minute er two, and they talked about the weather and sech like.' "But Henrietty, she says they _looked_ love, to the best o' her belief, and a body can might' nigh tell what's up by the way folks looks and acts! And Gran'dad, _he_ says one day when him and Mr. Lindsay wuz in town, they seed Miss Lucy a goin' in a store, and Mr. Lindsay pointed towards her, and says: 'That's my woman, Gran'dad, ef I can git her!'" The knee on which Mrs. Doggett's fingers lay, stiffened, and its owner's whole frame grew rigid under the intensity of her emotions at this verification of her suspicions. "Maybe, they are a keepin' hit hid from you and your Pa, Miss Nancy," Mrs. Doggett hazarded. "Mr. Lindsay is mighty sly: he knows you all know he's a puny man--nigh as sickly as a consumptive, and hain't got nothin' laid by!" "Lucy's weakly herse'f, and it'd be plumb foolish fer her to thenk about marryin'!" Miss Nancy cried out sharply: "and ef she wuz to--to marry old Lindsay, it'd be jest the settin' up of another poor-house, and the County's got poor-houses a plenty now. Besides, Lucy owes it to me and Pa to stay here!" "Well, yes, Miss Nancy," soothed Mrs. Doggett, "but your Pa's old, and may be tuck any time! Ef Miss Lucy wuz persuaded now to look a little higher--Mr. Brock, he hain't rich enough fer _you_, but he wouldn't be a bad match fer Miss Lucy, considerin'. Miss Lucy's about fifteen years older'n you, hain't she?" "Nine years, three months, and five days," corrected Miss Nancy.