“And, can you tell me where they let out flys?”
“Lord, no—not I. You won’t find any here about, I’m thinking.”
“Dear me, that’s unfortunate. No conveyance—eh?”
“Will ee coom inside the house and see missus?” cried the girl, as if a sudden thought had struck her.
“Ah, that I will; shall be but too glad to do so. Where is the master?”
“There aint no master. He be dead and gone.”
“Oh, only a missus?”
“Ah, that be all, but she be a good sort.”
“I shall be most delighted to make her acquaintance.”
Laura Stanbridge was conducted into a primitive-looking parlour, and introduced to a comely, cheerful-looking old lady, the mistress of the establishment.