"Where be Cook?" she cried, gasping, half suffocated by the rolling smoke.
"In kitchen, hollerin' and screamin'," replied Sam.
"Oh! poor thing, we can't leave her. Come, Sam, quick."
They ran into the kitchen, and while Susan tried to calm the frenzied woman, Sam took down her bonnet from its peg, and set it, hind part before, on her head. Then they lifted her, and led her out into the open air.
"Wherever shall we go?" said Susan. "I declare, I've left all my things behind; I must go back for them."
"Never in life!" said Sam. "I can't hold this great big female up wi'out 'ee. You must come home-along wi' me. Mistress will take 'ee in: she do hev a kind heart."
Thus it happened that when Dick reached home in company with the Vicar, Sam met him at the door with a face like the rising sun, and whispered:
"She've come, Maister Dick!"
"Who has come?" asked Dick.
"Maidy Susan, to be sure. Mistress hev right-down took to her, I do believe. Cook be here, too, and Feyther do look tarrible low in the sperits, 'cos she told un he'd no more idee than a chiel o' three how to stir up a figgy pudden."