"What's the matter with her?" Margaret inquired.
"Don't know. She didn't s—s—s—say."
"But what sort of medicine did they send you after?"
"Oh, a—a—a—any sort you ain't g—g—g—got no use fur."
"Why, that won't do," Mrs. Mayfield spoke up. "Why don't you send for a physician?"
"Oh, that's a—a—a—all right. It never makes any d—d—dif—difference with granny what s—s—sort of medicine she t—t—t—take—takes. If you go to church Sunday, L—L—L—Lou, I may see you there. G—g—g—got somethin' to s—s—s—say to you."
"How are you going to manage to say it?" Lou asked and he began to make signs.
"Perhaps," said Mrs. Mayfield, "what he has to say could be conveyed by signs."
"Yes," Tom declared, "signs are very impressive. Fellow made a few at me once and when he got through I found he'd knocked me down."
"Knocked you down!" cried Lou. "Oh, how could anybody knock you down?"