Mr. Drew was the Congregational minister.
'Did she send for him?'
'Yes; she said she felt her feet a-gettin cold and I must run. But I don't believe she's no worse.'
John stood looking down, ruefully.
Suddenly the figure in the bed turned.
'John,' said a comparatively strong voice which made Bolderfield start, 'John—Muster Drew says you'd oughter put it in the bank. You'll be a fool if yer don't, 'ee says.'
The old woman's pinched face emerged from the sheets, looking up at him. Bluish patches showed here and there on the drawn white skin; there was a great change since the morning, but the eyes were still alive.
John was silent a moment, one corner of his mouth twitching, as though what she had said struck him in a humorous light.
'Well, I don't know as I mind much what 'ee says, 'Liza!'
'Sit down.'