The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 2 Page 10

want it. Might throw in a mite mo’ now th’ gentleman’s come.”

The two women resumed their preparations for supper, the boy continued to stand and gaze, and the high voice of the frail occupant of the bed began again to talk and question.

“When did you come down f’om that thar country whar Doctah Hoyle lives at?” she said, in her monotonous wail.

“Four days ago. I travelled slowly, for I have been ill myself.”

“Hit’s right quare now; ‘pears like ef I was a doctah I wouldn’t ‘low myself fer to get sick. An’ you seed Doctah Hoyle fo’ days back!”

“No, he has gone to England on a visit. I saw his wife, though, and his daughter. She is a young lady —