“That’s what they ought to.”
“What’s the matter? Is the house afire?” demanded a woman sticking her head out beside that of the man.
“No, no, Mandy. Every time there’s any excitement at night you think there’s a fire.”
“Well, the chimbley was on fire onct!”
“Yes, but it isn’t now. This is a boy inquiring his way to Pokeville. Some one is sick and he’s taking her some medicine.”
“Who’s sick, boy?” asked the woman, determined not to miss a chance to hear some news, even if she had been awakened from sleep.
“Mrs. Randall.”
“What, not Lucy Randall, she that was a Savage?”
“She’s Mr. Savage’s sister.”
“Do tell! What’s the matter with her?”