MARTHA was no less surprised than Tinker was at the familiar way in which Mr. Saunders had addressed her. Although she knew him very well by sight she had rarely spoken to him. He was a regular attendant at the church where she sang, and once, long ago, after an Easter Festival, he had complimented her on her singing, and, with one or two exceptions, that was the only time she had held a conversation with him. Of course he knew her father very well, and had done some legal work for him. He had also acted in a legal capacity for Mr. Lacey; but, rightly or wrongly, Martha had conceived the notion that, as far as she was concerned, he had been inclined to regard her as too humble for his notice. However, she soon ceased to think of him as she wended her way to the house of old Jack Randall, t
