“Oh, my poor boy, after huntin’ all over the world for you, and to find you like this is the awfullest thing that ever was. What made you stay away so long? I was in hopes you’d come back and take care of me, but of course they ain’t so much need of it now, ’cause the deacon, he’ll do that; but oh dear, oh dear.”
“Mrs. Morris, you had better take Bessie and go away for a while,” said Miss Elsworth.
“Why, you don’t s’pose I could go out with that crazy lunatic, do you? Why, she’d be takin’ my head off, too.”
“Bessie, come.”
It was Ross calling her and she ran out of the door and skipped away over the meadow toward her home.
“Oh, Charley, my boy, tell me all about it. Where did you stay all the while, and did not come to your 285 poor mother that was jest layin’ awake o’ nights on account of you?”
“Now, say, old woman, what the deuce is the sense of you taking on so? You can’t do any good, and where’s the use of you making all that fuss?”
“La me, I never thought that o’ you, Charley.”
“You see there is lots of things you never thought of, and this is one of them.”
“But, Charley, s’pose you’d die! Oh dear! oh dear! Where do you s’pose you’d go to?”