“Mrs. Landholm!  Is she dead?”

Clam nodded.

“When? —­ and what was the matter?”

“’Twa’n’t much of anything the matter with her,” said Clam; —­ “she took sick for two or three days and then died.  It’s more’n a fortnight ago.”

“And they sent for Mr. Winthrop?”

“Job Underhill rode down after him as hard as he could and fetched him up on horseback.”

“In time?” said Elizabeth.

“He was in time for everything but himself.  It was too late for him.  But all the rest of the folks had the good of his coming.”

“Why what was there for him to do?” said Elizabeth.

“He finds enough to do —­ or he’s pretty apt to —­whenever he comes to a place,” said Clam.  “There was everybody to put in order, about.  There was Mr. Landholm hardly fit to live, he was so willin’ to die; and Winifred was crazy.  She went and crawled under one of the beds to hide when she thought he was a comin’.”

“When who was coming?”

“He —­ Mr. Winthrop.  And Karen was takin’ airs —­ that aint out o’ the common —­ but I’d a little liever have him master than her mistress —­ she wa’n’t mine, neither.”

“And where was Mr. Asahel?”

“He was there —­ and good enough what there was of him; but he won’t never stand in other folks’ shoes.”

“Do you say Winifred was crazy?”

“She was so feared to see her brother come home!”

“Her brother Winthrop?”

“There wa’n’t no other coming,” said Clam.

“Poor thing!” said Elizabeth.  “And you say he has brought her down to Mannahatta?”

Clam nodded.  “She don’t think she’s alive when he aint near her; so he’s took her down to live with him.  I guess it’s good living with him,” said Clam sagaciously.  “I wish I did it.”

“I must go and see her.  Where is she?”

“She’s wherever he’s took her to.”

“But where’s that? —­ don’t you know?”

“It’s to his house —­ if you know where that is.”

“Do you know what you’ve come here to do?” said Elizabeth after a slight pause.

Clam shook her head.

“One thing I can tell you, first of all,” said Elizabeth, —­ “it is to mind what I say to you.”

“Mr. Winthrop said I was to behave,” said Clam with another glimpse of her white teeth.

“Then don’t shake your head any more when I speak to you.  What have you been doing at Wut-a-qut-o?”

“At Wuttle-quttle?” said Clam.

“At Wut-a-qut-o.  What did you do there?”

“’Tain’t the name of the place,” said Clam.  “They call it Shah-wee-tah.”

“Wut-a-qut-o is the name of the mountain —­ it’s all one.  What have you been used to do there?”

“Set tables —­” said Clam considerately.

“What did Mrs. Landholm teach you?”

“She learned me ’most everything,” said Clam.  “What she learned me most of all, was to have me read the Bible every day, and do nothin’ wrong o’ Sundays, and never say nothin’ that wa’n’t.”