Mary’s voice quivered, but she was ashamed of showing her weakness.
“I hain’t had the life of a dog for these four years,” she explained defiantly.
“You’ve been four years with Mrs. Wiley?”
“Yip. She took me out of the asylum over in Hopetown when I was eight.”
“That’s the same place Mrs. Blythe came from,” exclaimed Faith.
“I was two years in the asylum. I was put there when I was six. My ma had hung herself and my pa had cut his throat.”