"Who's there?" she asked, too much engaged in turning her loaves to give her eyes to anything else, even a visitor. Norton told his name, and waited till the oven doors shut to with a clang; and then Miss Redwood, very pink in the face, rose up to look at him.
"I've seen you before," was her remark.
"Yes. I brought Matilda Englefield here one day," Norton answered.
"H'm. I thought she brought you. What brings you now?"
"Matilda wanted me to come with a message to you."
"Well, you can sit down and tell it, if you're a mind to. Why didn't the child come herself? that's the first idee that comes to me."
"She is busy trying to nurse some sick folks, and they are more than she can manage, and she wants your help. At least, she sent me to ask you if you wouldn't come."
"Who's ill?"
"Some people just come from Switzerland to be my mother's servants."
"Switzerland," repeated Miss Redwood. "I have heard o' Switzerland, more than once in my life. I should like to know whereabouts it is. I never knew any one yet that could tell me."