She fell into a doze, and was awakened by a horse's step on the road, and the voices of two men talking as they came nearer.
“Man alive, the joy I'm taking to see you! The tallygraph? Coorse not. Knew I'd find you at the funeral, though.” It was Pete.
“But I meant to come over after it.” It was Philip, and Kate's heart stood still.
The voices were smothered for a moment (as the buzzing is when the bees enter the hive), and then began with as sharper ring from the rooms below.
“How's she now, Mrs. Cregeen?” said the voice of Philip.
“Better, sir—much better,” answered Grannie.
“No return of the unconsciousness?”
“Aw, no,” said Grannie.
“Was she”—Kate thought the voice faltered—“was she delirious?”
“Not rambling at all,” replied Grannie.