"Missy!" murmured the dark woman beseechingly.
But missy gave her no heed. "Got cholera?" she ventured, "the Asiatic cholera?"
"No, a broken leg."
"Oh! Is that all he's got?"
"No, he has another, not broken." The speaker was so solemn that, with mirth in every drop of her blood, the inquirer contrived to be grave, herself.
"How'd he get it—I mean get it broken?"
"He was superintending——"
"And fell? When'd he fall?"
"This afternoon, about——"
"Where'd it happen?"