Who -- WHO could this girl be ? Under the new music teacher 's straw hat were masses of fine chestnut hair of the very shade and wave that the Old Lady remembered on another head in vanished years ; from under those waves looked large , violet-blue eyes with very black lashes and brows -- and the Old Lady knew those eyes as well as she knew her own ; and the new music teacher 's face , with all its beauty of delicate outline and dainty colouring and glad , buoyant youth , was a face from the Old Lady 's past -- a perfect resemblance in every respect save one ; the face which the Old Lady remembered had been weak , with all its charm ; but this girl 's face possessed a fine , dominant strength compact of sweetness and womanliness . As she passed by the Old Lady 's hiding place she laughed at something one of the children said ; and oh , but the Old Lady knew that laughter well . She had heard it before under that very beech tree . She watched them until they disappeared over the wooded hill beyond the bridge ; and then she went back home as if she walked in a dream . Crooked Jack was delving vigorously in the garden ; ordinarily the Old Lady did not talk much with Crooked Jack , for she disliked his weakness for gossip ; but now she went into the garden , a stately old figure in her purple , gold-spotted silk , with the sunshine gleaming on her white hair . Crooked Jack had seen her go out and had remarked to himself that the Old Lady was losing ground ; she was pale and peaked-looking . He now concluded that he had been mistaken . The Old Lady 's cheeks were pink and her eyes shining . Somewhere in her walk she had shed ten years at least . Crooked Jack leaned on his spade and decided that there were n't many finer looking women anywhere than Old Lady Lloyd . Pity she was such an old miser ! `` Mr. Spencer , '' said the Old Lady graciously -- she always spoke very graciously to her inferiors when she talked to them at all -- `` can you tell me the name of the new music teacher who is boarding at Mr. William Spencer 's ? '' `` Sylvia Gray , '' said Crooked Jack . The Old Lady 's heart gave another great bound . But she had known it -- she had known that girl with Leslie Gray 's hair and eyes and laugh must be Leslie Gray 's daughter . Crooked Jack spat on his hand and resumed his work , but his tongue went faster than his spade , and the Old Lady listened greedily . For the first time she enjoyed and blessed Crooked Jack 's garrulity and gossip . Every word he uttered was as an apple of gold in a picture of silver to her . He had been working at William Spencer 's the day the new music teacher had come , and what Crooked Jack could n't find out about any person in one whole day -- at least as far as outward life went -- was hardly worth finding out .
Next XXXXX discovering things did he love telling them , and it would be hard to say which enjoyed that ensuing half-hour more -- Crooked Jack or the Old Lady .
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