Miss Claire set up.
“Oh no no” ses she, “I—I’m all rite Mrs. Bangs.”
The widder leened back and fanned hersilf carelissly.
“So Harry Dudley has gone” ses she, wotching Miss Claire. “It was very suddint I belave.”
Miss Claire was all awake now, white and red in turn, but she sed nuthing.
“And Una Robbins is gone too” ses the widder. Suddintly she closed up her fan sharply. “Do you no” ses she “I want to say sumthing to you orful badly but I feel I haven’t the rite to—not being a mimber of your family.”
Joost then Mr. John cum down, looking very spry and neet wid his new shaven face and hare frish brushed.
“Hello” ses he, and shuk the widder’s hands. “Are you going Claire?” ses he, for she was going tord the stares.
“If Mrs. Bangs will excuse me” ses she, “I’ll finish the litter I was writing. I’ll be back shortly.”
Whin she was gone, Mr. John pulled up a chare and sat forward looking at the widder who opened her fan agin and was looking at the pichure on it.