“Ay, lad,” was chorused, “we will.”
They did; and Amos Pengelly thought it was no harm to join.
Chapter Forty Seven.
A Meeting.
“How’s Madge?” said Geoffrey one morning, as he encountered Bess Prawle coming out of the bedroom with the baby in her arms.
“Very poorly,” said Bess sadly. “She’s wearing away, I think.”
“Had I better get Dr Rumsey to call?”
“No,” said Bess quietly; “no doctor will do her any good. Poor mother’s very ill too this morning. I hardly know what to do first.”