ABSTRACT
The evening sun shed its last beams on the no less ruddy cheek of the infant stranger, when Mrs. Morley was returning with it towards the cottage. She had loitered till it was near twilight in shewing her little treasure to the whole family, and the event furnished many themes for conjecture and suspicion. Mrs. Morley’s lonely rambles, her recent confinement, her husband’s absence, the provisions and the clothes sent to the cottage, the old nurse’s ambiguous answers to Mrs. Grimwood’s questions, and the fine dress of the infant, were subjects of mysterious and ambiguous animadversion.
