"Humph!" said Dan, as he speared up an apple out of the basket on the point of his knife "ain't that something like what you can call killing two"
"Just that, exactly," said Jenny Hitchcock, as Dan broke off short, and the mistress of the house walked in. "Ellen," she whispered, "don't you want to go downstairs and see when the folks are coming up to help us? And tell the doctor he must be spry, for we ain't agoing to get through in a hurry," she added, laughing.
"Which is the doctor, Maam?"
"The doctor! Doctor Marshchalk! don't you know?"
"Is he a doctor?" said Alice.
"No, not exactly, I suppose, but he's just as good as the real. There was a man broke his leg horribly at Thirlwall, the other day, and Gibson was out of the way, and Marshchalk set it, and did it famously they said. So go, Ellen, and bring us word what they are all about."
Mr. Van Brunt was head of the party in the lower kitchen. He stood at one end of the table, cutting, with his huge knife, the hard-frozen pork into very thin slices, which the rest of the company took, and, before they had time to thaw, cut up into small dice on the little boards Mr. Van Brunt had prepared. As large a fire as the chimney would hold was built up and blazing finely; the room looked as cozy and bright as the one upstairs, and the people as busy and as talkative. They had less to do, however, or they had been more smart, for they were drawing to the end of their chopping; of which Miss Janet declared herself very glad, for, she said, "the wind came sweeping in under the doors, and freezing her feet the whole time, and she was sure the biggest fire ever was built couldn't warm that room;" an opinion in which Mrs. Van Brunt agreed perfectly. Miss Janet no sooner spied Ellen standing in the chimney-corner, than she called her to her side, kissed her, and talked to her a long time, and finally, fumbling in her pocket, brought forth an old, little, three-cornered pin- cushion, which she gave her for a keepsake. Jane Huff and her brother also took kind notice of her; and Ellen began to think the world was full of nice people. About half-past eight the choppers went up and joined the company, who were paring apples; the circle was a very large one now, and the buzz of the tongues grew quite furious.
"What are you smiling at?" asked Alice of Ellen, who stood at her elbow.
"Oh, I don't know," said Ellen, smiling more broadly; and presently added "they're all so kind to me."
"Who?"