The nurse walked away, muttering under her breath:
"And a fine life ye'll lead them, if ye get them under your thumb, to be sure! It's a thousand pities you ever heard that speech of the doctor's, you poor thing."
"She's coming over here, Rob," said Nelly, as she saw the woman walking in their direction: "what do you suppose she wants?"
"Milk or eggs, I guess," said Rob. "I can get her some splendid fresh eggs right behind this door. Old Spotty's got her nest in there now. The weasels got into her old nest and she won't lay there any more."
When the nurse reached the door, she said very politely to the children:—
"Good morning, children. Do you live here?"
"No, ma'am," said Rob, gravely.
Nelly looked at him indignantly.
"Why, Rob!" she began. But Rob went on:—
"Our oxen and cows and hens live here: we live in the house over yonder."