"I'm not trying to please anybody," I responded. "When a neighbor is sick and needs help, of course anybody would come."
"Humph! Folks hain't been so awful anxious to help me."
"There is a good deal of sickness in town," I explained.
"'Tain't nobody's business to come, anyhow," commented Mrs. Bagley dispassionately.
"There's precious few'd come if 'twas," the girl muttered.
"Has anybody been to see you?" I asked.
The Brownrig girl turned her fierce eyes up to me with a look which made me think of some wild bird hurt and caged.
"One old woman that sat and chewed her veil and swung her foot at me. She never come but once."
I had no difficulty in recognizing this portrait, even without Mrs. Bagley's explanatory comment.