“No, dear; but she has looked into everything, for Mrs. Judge told me. You have been into the cottages?”
“Yes.”
“Into Marks's?”
“Yes, I have been into Marks's.”
She did not seem inclined to be very communicative; so Fanny, out of mischief, said, pertly, “And what did you see there, with your Argus eye?”
“I saw—three generations.”
“Ha! ha! La! did you now? And what were they all doing?”
“They were all living together, night and day, in one room.”
This conveyed no very distinct idea to the ladies; but Vizard, for the first time, turned red at this revelation before Uxmoor, improver of cottage life. “Confound the brutes!” said he. “Why, I built them a new room; a larger one: didn't you see it?”
“Yes. They stack their potatoes in it.”