“You tell her from me she is a bad girl and ought to go home at once.”
“Not me! She’d smack my feäce.”
“Well, I can’t get out. I’ve had an accident and must go to bed soon.”
“There’s a rare yarn about you an’ a cat. I seed it. Honest truth—did you really kill it wi’ your hands?”
“Yes; but it gave me something first. Can you see? My arms and left hand are all bound up.”
“An’ it jumped fust on Elsie Herbert?”
“Yes.”
“An’ yer grabbed it offen her?”
“Yes.”
“Gosh! Yon lass is fair wild te hear all about it. She greeted when Evelyn Atkinson telt her yer were nearly dead, but yan o’ t’ farmhands kem along an’ we axed him, an’ he said ye were nowt worse.”