“Her hands and arms are burned very badly. Why, Seth, there are blisters as big as my hand, and Mrs. Dean says she suffers terribly; but the dear old woman hasn’t made the least little complaint.”
“That’s ’cause she’s so good. If I was like her I needn’t bother my head ’bout what was goin’ to happen after I died. It would be a funny kind of an angel who wasn’t glad to see Aunt Hannah!”
“She’d have burned to death but for you.”
“That ain’t so, Gladys. I didn’t do very much, ’cept throw the rugs an’ my coat over her.”
“She’s just been telling Mrs. Dean that you saved her life, and the house.”
“Did she really?” Seth cried excitedly. “Did she say it in them very same words?”
“Aunt Hannah made it sound a good deal better than I can. She said God sent you to this house to help her in the time of trouble, an’ she’s goin’ to see that you always have a home here.”
“Wasn’t she kind’er out of her head?” Seth asked quickly. “I’ve heard Mother Hyde say that folks got crazy-like when they ached pretty bad.”
“Aunt Hannah knew every word she was saying, and it’s true that she might have burned to death if you hadn’t been in the house, for I never heard a thing till Snippey came into my room barking.”
“I hope I did do as much; but it don’t seem jest true.”