"That Lathbun girl. Do you know anything about them?"
"That's what every one's asking."
Mrs. Ray threaded her needle. "They're a queer pair," she remarked.
"Well, I should say so. They don't eat any breakfast, either; make it up on chestnuts. They're picking chestnuts all over. Lizzie says she never saw people making so free. Folks don't know what to say, but it riles a good many. They pick that little gray bag they've got full three or four times a day."
"Well, I declare," said Mrs. Ray; "do you suppose they eat 'em all?"
Mrs. Catt rose. "I only stopped for a minute," she said. "Oh, I don't know, I'm sure. Chestnuts is hearty, but seems to me they ought to ask at the houses, anyway. Mrs. Wiley says if they come to her trees again, she'll turn the bull in the lot."
"Must you go?" Mrs. Ray asked. "I thought Mrs. Wiley was afraid of the bull."
"Yes, I must. What you making?"
"I'm putting a new lining in this vest for Elmer Hoskins. His dog chewed it up, while he was asleep."
"Did he have it on?" Mrs. Catt asked in great surprise.