She was , in spite of her tininess , a very striking-looking personage ; she was dressed all in black , and had snow-white hair , a dead-white face , and snapping , vivid , coal-black eyes . She looked as amazed as the other two , but she did n't look cross . I knew something must be wrong -- fearfully wrong -- but I did n't know what . Even in my confusion , I found time to think that if that disagreeable-looking red-haired woman was Hannah Brewster , Kate must have had a queer taste in school friends . Then the man said , more gruffly than ever , `` Come now . Who are you and what business have you here ? '' Kate raised herself on one elbow . She looked very wild . I heard the old black-and-white lady in the background chuckle to herself . `` Is n't this Theodore Brewster 's place ? '' gasped Kate . `` No , '' said the big woman , speaking for the first time . `` This place belongs to us . We bought it from the Brewsters in the spring . They moved over to Black River Forks . Our name is Chapman . '' Poor Kate fell back on the pillow , quite overcome . `` I -- I beg your pardon , '' she said . `` I -- I thought the Brewsters lived here . Mrs. Brewster is a friend of mine .
My cousin and I are XXXXX our way to Bothwell and we called here to spend the night with Hannah .
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