"Yes, Aunt Hannah."
She turned and walked towards the house.
"And now," said Mrs. Purchase, after a glance at Mr. Sam's face, "let's see what bones are broken."
She bent over Calvin, but looked up almost immediately, as Mr. Sam uttered a sharp exclamation.
"What's this?" he asked, stooping to pick up a briar pipe.
Master Calvin blinked, and turned his head aside from Mrs. Purchase's curious gaze.
"I think it belongs to Tom Trevarthen," he mumbled.
"How on the airth did Tom Trevarthen come to drop a pipe here, and walk off 'ithout troubling to pick it up? If 'twas a hairpin, now," said Mrs. Purchase, not very lucidly, "one could understand it."
"I—I'm going to be ill," wailed the wretched Calvin, with a spasmodic heave of the shoulders.
"Well," his aunt commented grimly after a moment, "you told the truth that time, anyway."