been closed for many years. During the absence of her husband, serving in foreign parts, she would have with her Mrs. Maria Triplett.
The Towncrier had known Mrs. Triplett as long as he had known the town. She had been kind to him when he and his wife were in great trouble. He was thinking about that time now, because it had something to do with his last visit to the Judge in this very room. She had happened to be present, too. And the green fore-log had made that same sing-song hissing. The sound carried his thoughts back so far that for a few moments he ceased to hear the clack of the spoon.
GEORGINA'S PLAYMATE MOTHER
AS the Towncrier's revery brought him around to Mrs. Triplett's part in the painful scene which he was recalling, he heard her voice, and looking up, saw that she had come back into the room, and was standing by the window.
"There's Justin's wife now, Mr. Darcy, coming up the beach