IfFlorencecouldhavestoodwithintheroomandlookedupontheoriginaloftheshadowthrownuponthewallandroof，asitcoweredthusoverthefire，aglancemighthavesufficedtorecallthefigureofGoodMrs。Brown；notwithstandingthatherchildishrecollectionofthatterribleoldwomanwasasgrotesqueandexaggeratedapresentmentofthetruth，perhaps，astheshadowonthewall。ButFlorencewasnottheretolookon；andGoodMrs。Brownremainedunrecognised，andsatstaringatherfire，unobserved。
Attractedbyaloudersputteringthanusual，astheraincamehissingdownthechimneyinalittlestream，theoldwomanraisedherhead，impatiently，tolistenafresh。Andthistimeshedidnotdropitagain；
fortherewasahanduponthedoor，andafootstepintheroom。
`Who\'sthat？\'shesaid，lookingoverhershoulder。
`Onewhobringsyounews，\'wastheanswer，inawoman\'svoice。