half pleased, ornery young lump of selfishness that I was; I thought he wouldn’t be as much my friend after she came. But I’d enough decency not to let him see it. He told me all about her. Her name was Persis Leigh, and she would have come out with him if it hadn’t been for her old uncle. He was sick, and he’d looked after her when her parents died and she wouldn’t leave him. And now he was dead and she was coming out to marry John Selwyn. ’Twasn’t no easy journey for a woman in them days. There weren’t no steamers, you must ricollect.
“‘When do you expect her?’ says I.
“‘She sails on the Royal William, the 20th of June,’ says he, ‘and so she should be here by mid-July. I must set Carpenter Johnson to building me a home for her. Her letter come today. I know before I opened it that it had good news for me. I saw her a few nights ago.’
“I didn’t understand him, and then he explained—though I didn’t understand that much better. He said he had a gift—or a curse. Them was his words, Mistress Blythe—a gift or a curse. He didn’t know which it was. He said a great-great-grandmother of his had had it, and they burned her for a witch on account of it. He said queer spells—trances, I think was the name he give ’em—come over him now and again. Are there such things, Doctor?”
“There are people who are certainly subject to trances,” answered Gilbert. “The matter is more
