"Did you not say that the ring was sent to me by my father?"
"Your father sent it to you; but another brought it to me."
"Is you sma't 'nough ter see de differunce between de sendin' an' de bringin' ob er thing, chile?"
Tesney looked at Mrs. Wakely and nodded.
"Have you not deceived yourself?"
"I have in part. Aunt Agnes, here——"
"De chile lies! De chile lies! Mrs. Wakely, de chile——!"
"Be quiet, Agnes," demanded Mrs. Wakely. "You are too fat to become eloquent with ease and safety."
"She better be," said the washerwoman, who happened to stop at the window a few seconds. "All de coffins erbout heah is fur heabenly-sized people."