“Yes, where? You're too weak to go anywhere. You'll have another fever.”
A light wagon was running on the road outside. Reuben Thwaite was driving.
Robbie rushed to the door, and hailed him.
“Going off with thread again, Reuben?”
“That's reets on't,” answered the little man.
“Let me in with you?”
And Robbie climbed into the cart.
Mattha got up and went out in the road.
The two men had hardly got clear away when Rotha entered the cottage all but breathless.