At last she ventured to open it.
A thin woman, with her head tied up in a colored cotton handkerchief, was in the room, vigorously wielding a broom.

She was singing in a high cracked voice.

The opening of the door let in a gust of cold wind which struck the singer in the back of the neck, and caused her to turn around hastily.
"Hey ?" she exclaimed.

"Land sakes! you scare a body to death! Shut that door quick! I ain't hankering for influenzy.

Who are you?
What do you want?
Why didn't you knock?
Where's my specs ?" She took a pair of spectacles from the mantel shelf, rubbed them with her apron, and set them on the bridge of her thin nose.