"There's two of our friends ha'n't made us but one visit apiece since oh, ever since some time in October!"
"Well, never mind the people," said Fleda. "Tell me what you were going to say."
"And Mr. Olmney," said Barby, not minding her, "he's took and sent us a great basket chock full of apples. Now, wa'n't that smart of him, when he knowed there wa'n't no one here that cared about 'em ?"
"They are a particularly fine kind," said Fleda.
"Did you hear about the goose and turkey?"
"Yes," said Fleda, laughing.
"The doctor thinks he has done the thing just about right, this time, I 'spect. He had ought to take out a patent right for his invention. He'd feel spry if he knowed who ate one on 'em."
"Never mind the doctor, Barby. Was this what you wanted to see me for?"
"No," said Barby, changing her tone. "I'd give something it was. I've been all but at my wit's end; for you know, Mis' Rossitur aint no hand about anything I couldn't say a word to her; and ever since he went away, we have been just winding ourselves up. I thought I should clear out, when Mis' Rossitur said, maybe you wa'n't a-coming till next week."
"But what is it, Barby? what is wrong?"