And she wants--something." "Gosh! I should say she did," muttered Perry Larson.

"An' whatever 't is, she wants it powerful bad." "Are you hungry ?" questioned Mrs.Holly timidly.
"Can't you speak English at all ?" demanded Simeon Holly.
The woman looked from one to the other with the piteous, pleading eyes of the stranger in the strange land who cannot understand or make others understand.

She had turned away with a despairing shake of her head, when suddenly she gave a wild cry of joy and wheeled about, her whole face alight.
The Hollys and Perry Larson saw then that David had come out onto the porch and was speaking to the woman--and his words were just as unintelligible as the woman's had been.
Mrs.Holly and Perry Larson stared.

Simeon Holly interrupted David with a sharp:-- "Do you, then, understand this woman, boy ?" "Why, yes! Didn't you?
She's lost her way, and--" But the woman had hurried forward and was pouring her story into David's ears.
At its conclusion David turned to find the look of stupefaction still on the others' faces.
"Well, what does she want ?" asked Simeon Holly crisply.
"She wants to find the way to Francois Lavelle's house.

He's her husband's brother.