"Hain't done nothin' much, only wrapped up the blistered places in Injin meal; that's coolin'."
"No doubt; but I've some salve, the best thing in the world for burns. I wish you would let me bring you some."
"I guess Bubby'll git along 'thout no help from outside," said Peakslow, his ill-natured growl softened by a feeling of tenderness for the child which just then came over him. "He's weathered the wust on 't."
But Bubby's fretful cries told that what was left was bad enough.
"I will bring you the salve," said Vinnie, "and I hope you will try it; it is so hard to see these little ones suffer."
She was retiring, when Peakslow called after her,—
"Goin' 'ithout the water?"
"I—thought—you had not told me I could have it."
"Have it! of course you can have it; I wouldn't refuse nobody a pail o' water. Ye see where the well is?"
"O yes; thank you." And Vinnie hastened to the curb.