"We'll think, Tilly. I'll carry him some grapes presently. I fancy he wants nothing but food and air. We will contrive something."
"I wonder if there are any other sick children in that house, Sarah?" Matilda asked.
"I can't say, Miss Matilda; I don't know nobody there but Mrs. Binn; and we used to know her before she moved there. Do you want to know of anybody else in trouble?"
"Do you think of somebody else?"
"Not a child," said Sarah; "she's an old woman, or kind of old."
"Well; who is she?"
"She's Mrs. Kitteredge; her husband's a brick mason. Mother used to know her long ago, and she was a smart woman; but she's had a deal o' pulling down."
"What does she want now, Sarah?"
"It's too bad to tell you, Miss Matilda; you've done so much for us already."
"Never mind," said David; "go on; let us hear."