No, I don't think she's worse to-day, though she talked a lot in the night.

Yes, we've had a doctor.
She wouldn't have me send for nobody, and said as there was nothing ailed her, but then it come as she couldn't stand on her feet.

She's a littlish girl, may be seventeen or eighteen, with yellow-like hair.

I haven't knowed well what to do; I thought I'd ought to send her to the 'orspital, but then I found the henvelope in her pocket, an' we thought we'd just wait a day to see if anybody answered us.

And I didn't like to act heartless with her, neither; she's a motherless thing, so she says, an' only wants for to earn her keep and her sleep; an' I don't think there's no harm in her, s'far as I can see.