Ann stared.
"Law, Mr. Marsh! how should she be here? Don't you know she went off to Greentown in the half-past five train?"
Charley stood looking at her, so pale and wild and wet, that Ann stared at him harder than ever.
"Is Lady Leroy worse?" she asked.
"Worse! Yes—no—I don't know. Has she been ill?"
"She's been very bad all the day. Dr. Leach has been up to see her, and our Bob's staying there all night for fear she should take another bad turn, and some one should be wanted to go for him again."
This was news to Charley.
"What is the matter with her?" he asked.
"Cramps. Did you not get Cherrie's letter?"
"What?"