“Have you been here all the time?” he asked Amanda when she brought him his gruel later in the day.
“Yes, off an’ on, when I could get away from my own work.”
“Who found me?”
“I did. I knew by the looks somethin’ was wrong up here.”
“Somethin’ wrong, sure enough, an’ always was!” Amanda heard him mutter as he turned his face to the wall.
The next day he opened his eyes suddenly as she was passing through the room.
“Did you make that pie William Benson brought me last month?”
“What made you think I did?”
“Oh, I don’t know; it looked, an’ it tasted like one o’ yours,” he said, closing his eyes again. “If you know a woman, you can tell her pie, somehow!”
When had Caleb Kimball ever tasted any of her cooking? A mysterious remark, but everything he said sounded a trifle lightheaded.