Lucy drew her shawl very tightly about her, and came down to them, driving them, as it were, before her.
“I don’t want no noise ’ere,” she said surlily. “Where be ’e?”
“’E be at the doctor’s,” said Wilson.
“Yes, ’e be at the master’s,” repeated the woman—“there’ve been a bit of a h’accident....”
Lucy pushed past her, and hurried round the corner and up the hill; the two had hard work to keep up with her.
“Casey be in it,” she muttered to herself. “Casey done it, I know. I’d like to be even wi’ Casey!” Then turning, she said fiercely, “Where be ’e?”
“Who?” asked Wilson.
“Casey,” said she.
“’E be ... ’e be took up,” answered the man.
Her face positively shone.