She had her hand on the latch of the door, when her grandmother called out from the other room to know who was there.
"It's I, grandma."
"Ain't somebody there? Come in here who is it?"
"It's I, Grandma," said Ellen, coming to the door.
"Come in here, deary," said the old woman, in a lower tone "what is it all? what's the matter? who's down stairs?"
"It's a bee, Grandma; there's nothing the matter."
"A bee! who's been stung? what's all the noise about?"
" 'T isn't that kind of bee, Grandma; don't you know? there's a parcel of people that came to pare apples, and they've been playing games in the parlour that's all."
"Paring apples, eh? Is there company below?"
"Yes, Maam a whole parcel of people."