"Clam can cook all you and I want."
"But who's going to take care of her?"
"I have sent for help, and for a doctor."
"Haven't you sent for a doctor before! Why Lizzie!"
"I sent early this morning. The messenger had to go a number of miles."
"And isn't there anybody about the house but Clam and Emma?"
"Anderese is here. I sent somebody else."
"What use is an old thing like that about a place?"
Elizabeth was silent. The cloud gathered on Rose's face, and as if that it might not cast its shadow on her cousin, she looked out of the window. Then Clam came in.
"Where'll supper be, Miss 'Lizabeth?"