She found Joshua milking the cow.
“What do you think!” she panted briefly, with wide-open eyes and uplifted hands; “Joshua Whittlesey, what do you think?”
“I don’t think nothin’,” said Joshua. “I’m milkin’.”
“What would you say if I told you as he was come.”
“I’d say he was here.”
“Well, he is. He must ’a’ come last night, an’ Lord only knows how he ever got in, for nothing was left open an’ yet he’s there.”
Joshua made no comment.
“I wonder what he came for?”
Joshua made no comment.
“I wonder how long he’ll stay?”