Mrs. Richardson met her accusingly.
"I hope you've got them pills," she demanded, without any formal preliminaries.
"Yes, my father has sent them."
"I wrote for them, day before yesterday. I thought sure they'd come yesterday."
"He was busy," Phebe said curtly, as she took off her sailor hat and fanned herself.
"Jim Sykes said he see him drivin' off over Wisdom way."
"Yes, he had a case there, an important case." Phebe's head was tilted at an aggressive angle.
"I guess I was some important, or he'd have said so, if he'd see me, last night. I had a bad spell, and like to fainted."
"What had you been eating?" Phebe inquired, with a sudden access of professional severity.
"Be you his youngest girl?" Mrs. Richardson asked rather irrelevantly.