Elizabeth made no reply, but watched John help Doctor Morgan tie his team.
“How’s Mrs. Hunter?” Doctor Morgan asked John as he came around to the gate after the horses were fastened.
“All right, I guess. She’s had a good deal of company to-day. I didn’t want them, but you can’t offend people.”
“We usually have a good deal of company at a funeral,” the old doctor said dryly, as he viewed the extra horses and wagons about the fence.
When he entered the sickroom his face hardened.
“I’m not as much afraid of your neighbours as you are, Mr. Hunter,” he said, and went to the middle door and beckoned Luther to come with him into the yard. A few words was all that was needed with Luther Hansen, and the doctor returned to his patient.
Sadie was more sarcastic than usual as they drove home.
“I wouldn’t ’a’ come if I’d a known I wasn’t wanted,” she remarked sulkily.
“But, Sadie, Doc Morgan says she’s worse! I’d turn ’em out quick enough if it was you.”