As she buttoned the door and put up the bar her mother's attention was caught by the change. Peering at her critically, and shading her eyes with her hand from the uncertain flicker of the tallow dip, she broke out, passionately: “Wa'al, 'Genie, who would ever hev thought ez yer cake would be _all_ dough? Sech a laffin', plump, spry gal ez ye useter be--fur all the wort' like a fresky young deer! An' sech a pack o' men ez ye hed the choice amongst! An' ter pick out Tobe Gryce an' marry him, an' kem 'way down hyar ter live along o' him in Lonesome Cove!” She chuckled aloud, not that she relished her mirth, but the harlequinade of fate constrained a laugh for its antics. The words recalled the past to Eugenia; it rose visibly before her. She had had scant leisure to reflect that her life might have been ordered differently. In her widening eyes were new depths, a vague terror, a wild speculation, all struck aghast by its own temerity. “Ye never said nuthin ter hender,” she faltered. “I never knowed Tobe, sca'cely. How's enny-body goin' ter know a man ez lived 'way off down hyar in Lonesome Cove?” her mother retorted, acridly, on the defensive. “He never courted _me_, nohows. All the word he gin me war, 'Howdy,' an' I gin him no less.” There was a pause. Eugenia knelt on the hearth. She placed together the broken chunks, and fanned the flames with a turkey wing. “I won't kiver the fire yit,” she said, thoughtfully. “He mought be chilled when he gits home.” The feathery flakes of the ashes flew; they caught here and there in her brown hair. The blaze flared up, and flickered over her flushed, pensive face, and glowed in her large and brilliant eyes. “Tobe said 'Howdy,'” her mother bickered on. “I knowed by that ez he hed the gift o' speech, but he spent no mo' words on me.” Then, suddenly, with a change of tone: “I war a fool, though, ter gin my cornsent ter yer marryin' him, bein' ez ye war the only child I hed, an' I knowed I'd hev ter live with ye 'way down hyar in Lonesome Cove. I wish now ez ye hed abided by yer fust choice, an' married Luke Todd.” Eugenia looked up with a gathering frown. “I hev no call ter spen' words 'bout Luke Todd,” she said, with dignity, “ez me an' him are both married ter other folks.” “I never said ye hed,” hastily replied the old woman, rebuked and embarrassed. Presently, however, her vagrant speculation went recklessly on. “Though ez ter Luke's marryin', 'tain't wuth while ter set store on sech. The gal he found over thar in Big Fox Valley favors ye ez close ez two black-eyed peas. That's why he married her. She looks precisely like ye useter look. An' she laffs the same. An' I reckon _she_ 'ain't hed no call ter quit laffin', 'kase he air a powerful easy-goin' man. Leastways, he useter be when we-uns knowed him.” “That ain't no sign,” said Eugenia. “A saafter-spoken body I never seen than Tobe war when he fust kem a-courtin' round the settlemint.”