"How is Miss Elizabeth?"
"She's sort o'," said Clam. "She has her ups and downs like other folks. She was down last night and she's up this mornin' — part way."
"I hope she is pleased with you, Clam."
"She ain't pleased with anything, much," said Clam; "so it can't be expected. I believe she's pleased with me as much as with anything else in our house. Last night she was cryin' as if her head would split — by the hour long."
"That is not part of your word to me, is it?"
"Not just," said Clam. "Mr. Winthrop, will you have me come back for an answer?"
"Did Miss Elizabeth desire it?"
"I guess so," said Clam. "But she didn't tell me to come but once."
"Then don't come again."
Clam rose to go and settled her cloak as she moved towards the door.