"I won't, I won't."
"Well, I thought I'd warn yer—now I must get back to my work."
"One minute first, aunt—you know there ain't a soul I can speak to but you, and I'm near mad with the weight of my secret at times."
"You should take it quiet, girl—you fret o'er much. I really must leave you, Hetty; there's your uncle calling out to me."
"One minute—you must answer my question first."
"Well, well—what a girl you are! I'm glad you ain't my niece. Coming, Armitage. Now, Hetty, be quick. My man's temper ain't what it wor and I daren't cross 'im. Now what is it you want to say?"
"It's this Aunt Fanny. Ef Mr. Robert is quite well—as well as ever he wor in his life—do you think he remembers?"
"Not he. He'll never remember again. They never do."
"But, aunt, they never get well, either."
"That's true enough."