I looked at my watch. "Yes, Allen, and five minutes past."
She dropped upon a low table, by which she stood, and burst into tears.
I walked round the kitchen a few times to let her fret spend itself; then I went back, and stood by her side.
"How many children have you, Allen?"
"Three, ma'am; two boys and a girl."
"If they were not all right your husband would have come, or sent some one to tell you."
"That's what I'm afraid of, ma'am. The little girl has had a fever. I'm afraid she is worse, or has died, and my husband hates to tell me."
"Perhaps he couldn't leave his work. What does he do?"
"He's a house-builder, ma'am. He's one of the best workmen, ma'am, and they don't like to let him go. He gets three dollars a day, and now he has the whole care of the childer."