Ezra looked so like a wandering night-shade, so tall, wet and thin, that Tess uttered a shriek. The lad pushed his way into the cabin, and dropped on the floor. All thought of the student was driven from Tessibel's mind by her superstition at the sight of the boy.
"Ezy, Ezy, air it yerself, or air it yer shade what air here? It air yer own self, ain't it, Ezy?"
"Yep."
"Where air yer been?"
"I dunno. I air sick unto death, I air."
"Have ye seen yer mammy?"
"Nope."
"Nor Satisfied?"
"Nope."
"Then ye be a-goin' there now, ain't ye?"