“But I’m going to have one word more,” Barbara replied, the life springing into her eyes with this gentle defiance. “Sammie, Sammie dear,” she called as the two men were urged through the door, “I lied about the bowl—I didn’t break it but I did hide it. Maggie broke it, an’ I was afraid she’d lose her place, so I hid it. Father, did ye hear?”
“There!” said the nurse, shutting the door.
[Respice Finem]
“Good-mornin’, Mrs. Rhys,” said Megan Griffiths, as she stooped to save her high beaver.
“’Tis kind of ye to come,” answered Nance.
“How is Mr. Rhys?”
“Och, he’s no——” Nance began, but she was hindered by a merry voice singing in the next room.
“Dear, dear, I can’t hear ye. Did ye say he is the same?”