“Hey?” said Grandma.
“Where is Mrs. Fargo?” called Hannah excitedly.
“I can’t hear what you say,” replied old Mrs. Bascom, putting one hand behind her ear.
“I say I want to know where”—
“No, I don’t want anythin’,” said Grandma, dropping her hand, and settling back into a good position again. “I’m pretty comf’able this morning, Hannah.”
“Do you know where Mrs. Fargo went to?” cried Hannah in a loud, excited key, and running everything together. “When did she leave here?”
“Hey?” cried Grandma.
So Hannah had to shout it all over again, till she was quite exhausted; then she began to content herself with one word, “Fargo,” which she said over and over.
“She’s just gone,” at last said old Mrs. Bascom.
“Where?” cried the maid, her mouth close to the old lady’s cap-frills.