"All w-well?" he inquired, soberly.
"Eat our allowance," said she, sitting near him. "How's Miss Strong?"
"S-supple!" he answered. Then he ran his fingers through his blond hair and soberly exclaimed, "Weasels!"
This remark indicated that weasels had been killing the poultry and applying stimulation to the tongue of Miss Strong. Silas had sent her fowls away to market the day before.
"Too bad!" was the remark of Lady Ann.
"Fisht?" By this word Silas meant to inquire if she had been fishing.
"Yesterday. Over at the falls—caught ten," said she, getting busy with her knitting. "B-big?"
"Three that long," she answered, measuring with her thread.
He gave a loud whistle of surprise, thought a moment, and exclaimed, "M-mountaneyous!" He used this word when contemplating in imagination news of a large and important character.
"How have you been?"