He opened the door wide, and shouted down the stairs:—
"Ask the man from N——town to step up at once, Cousin Tremnell. Mr. Sauls has important evidence to give, an' it won't keep!"
Then he turned to that gentleman with a short laugh:
"If ye mean to throw mud at Barnabas, do it an' welcome," said he. "It doan't seem to me greatly to your credit, sir; an' I doan't fancy ye'll find it stick. Ye needn't wait to be clear o' this roof; we're much obliged, but (I'm speaking for Barnabas) we'd rayther ye didn't delay."
"H'm," said George; "he is more fortunate than most prophets—his own brother swears by him!"
CHAPTER IV.
Meg sat in the nursery in Laura's home, with Laura's child on her lap.
The child had been ailing, but had finally fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder. Margaret was fond of children, and little boys especially generally took to her.