“No, I guess not. Only she's got a cold and is kind of under the weather. I thought p'r'aps you'd like to run up and see her. She thinks the world and all of you, 'cause you was so good when she was distressed about her son. Poor old thing! she's had a hard time of it.”
“I will go. I ought to go, of course. I'm glad you reminded me of it.”
“Yes. I told her you hadn't meant to neglect her, but you'd been busy fussin' with the fair and the like of that.”
“That was all. I'll go right away. Have you been there to-day?”
“No. I just heard that she was ailin' from Didama Rogers. Didama said she was all but dyin', so I knew she prob'ly had a little cold, or somethin'. If she was really very bad, Di would have had her buried by this time, so's to be sure her news was ahead of anybody else's. I ain't been up there, but I met her t'other mornin'.”
“Didama?”
“No; Mrs. Prince. She'd come down to see Grace.”
“Oh.”
“Yes. The old lady's been awful kind and sympathizin' since—since this new trouble. It reminds her of the loss of her own boy, I presume likely, and so she feels for Grace. John, what do they say around town about—about HIM?”
“Captain Hammond?”