"
"Crossin' the street--where? Jest below?" beginning to wind up her yarn
hurriedly. "Hed they railly been to my haouse?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but I think so; I didn't ask 'em where they'd
been."
"And be they to thet little stuck-up Mis' Gurney's naow?"
"They went in there--yes."
"H'm. Jest bring my shawl, Sairay. Come to think on't, I've got an
arrant there myself this arternoon--come nigh to disremembering it.
Waal, good-day; why don't ye come over ever? When ye want advice, or
anythin', I'm allers there," and the woman ambled swiftly away, having
quite forgotten the lecture she had prepared for the "shiftless, bookish
gal" she was leaving, and only intent on learning what Zeba and Betty
could want with her opposite neighbor.
Molly dropped into a chair, and laughed merrily.
"Didn't I get rid of her slick, though? Say, Sara, what does she make
you think of?"
"Hush, Molly, she's a good soul, and means well."
"So's a cow, but you don't want her trampling all over your garden! I'll
tell you what she's like--an old rabbit in a cap. She keeps her nose
going just the same, and her ears are even longer."
"Molly! Molly!"
"Well, it's so, and you can't deny it. Do you know, Sara, she stopped
Morton and me this morning, when we were going to school, and told him
it was a shame for him to 'set araound, a-livin' on his sister, and he
ought to get a berth in one of the fishing-smacks, and would if he had
any grit to him.
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