“Annie, take your little brother and sister for a walk,” said one lady, who was evidently bent on seeing as much of the fun as possible herself.
“What has happened?” I asked of a bystander.
“They do say as Mr. Voller ’ave ’ad a fit and died, and the doctor be examinin’ ’im now.”
In a few minutes an individual whom I took to be the doctor appeared at the vestry door.
“Will some of you run and fetch a stretcher and help to carry him home?”
“ ’e’s dead, then, doctor?”
“I am afraid so.”
“ ’ave ’e ’ad a fit?”
“Heart disease, I think,” answered the doctor, gravely.
Full of importance, several young men hastened off for the stretcher, and in their hurry to oblige became jammed at the wicket-gate.