`` Where did you live before you came here ? '' `` Up at Middleton . It was an old-fashioned place , but pretty -- our house was covered with vines , and there were trees all about it , and great green fields beyond . But I do n't know what makes me tell you this . I forgot I was talking to a stranger . '' `` Pretty little woman , '' soliloquized Andrew Bell , as he drove away . `` She does n't look happy , though . I suppose she 's married some city chap and has to live in town . I guess it do n't agree with her . Her eyes had a real hungry look in them over that honeysuckle . She seemed near about crying when she talked of the country . '' Jessamine felt more like crying than ever when she went back to her work . Her head ached and she was very tired . The tiny kitchen was hot and stifling . How she longed for the great , roomy kitchen in her old home , with its spotless floors and floods of sunshine streaming in through the maples outside . There was room to live and breathe there , and from the door one looked out over green wind-rippled meadows , under a glorious arch of pure blue sky , away to the purple hills in the distance . * * * * * Jessamine Stacy had always lived in the country . When her sister died and the old home had to go , Jessamine could only accept the shelter offered by her brother , John Stacy , who did business in the city . Of her stylish sister-in-law Jessamine was absolutely in awe . At first Mrs. John was by no means pleased at the necessity of taking a country sister into her family circle .
But one day , when the servant girl took a tantrum and left , Mrs. John found it very convenient to have in the house a person who could step XXXXX Eliza 's place as promptly and efficiently as Jessamine could .
At Of about as by from into over though under