"She hasn't been well this great while, Clam; that's nothing new."
"This is," said Clam.
"Does her brother think she is very ill?"
"He knows more about it than I do," said Clam. "I said I would go to take care of her, and he said I wouldn't, for you'd be a wantin' me."
"I don't want you at all!" said Elizabeth, — "if you could be of any use. Are you quiet and careful enough for a nurse?"
"Firstrate!" — said Clam; — "no, I guess I'm not ezackly, here; but I were, up to Wutsey-Qutsey."
"Up where?" said Elizabeth.
"Yes, miss."
"I told you not to speak to me so."
Clam stood and gave no sign.