"Haöw?" says Mrs. Tew, adjusting her tin trumpet.
"Philip Elderkin—is—a-goin' to marry the French girl," screams the Dame.
"Du tell! Goin' to settle in Ashfield?"
"I don't know."
"No! Where, then?" says Mistress Tew.
I don't know," shrieks the Dame.
"Oh!" chimes Mrs. Tew; and after reflecting awhile and smoothing out her cap-strings, she says,—"I've heerd the French gurl keeps a cross in her chamber."
"She dooz," explodes the Dame.
"I want to know! I wonder the Squire don't put a stop to 't."
"Doan't believe he would if he could," says the Dame, snappishly.