"I wish to see and speak to father," answered Mehetabel.
"I always heard as your father lies in Thursley Churchyard," answered the servant.
"I mean I should like to speak with Mr. Verstage."
"Oh! the landlord?"
"Yes; the landlord. Where is he?"
"Don' know. Somewhere about, I reckon."
"It is cold, and my child is ill. I would go into the kitchen, by the fire."
"Why don't you then go home?"
"I have no home."
"Oh! it's come to that, is it?"