Nellie's all right.

Between you and me, she don't talk you deaf, dumb and blind like her ma, and she's good company for sick folks.

Now I'll fetch the doctor and be right back." "But it's raining pitchforks," I said.

"You'll be wet through." "No, I won't.

I'll have Doc Quimby here in no time." He drove off and Nellie Dean went into Mother's room.