The lad pointed excitedly to Louie.
'She's took bad!' he shouted.

'Uncle Reuben!--Uncle Reuben!--coom down an see for yorsel.

If yo let her in, yo can keep me out as long as yo like!' Hannah looked at him, and at the figure huddled against the stable-door--looked deliberately, and then, as deliberately, pulled the blind down lower than before, and not a sign of Reuben anywhere.
A crimson flame sprang to David's cheek.

He rushed at the door, and while with one hand he banged away at the old knocker, he thumped with the other, kicking lustily the while at the panels, till Louie, almost forgetting her pains in the fierce excitement of the moment, thought he would kick them in.

In the intervals of his blows, David could hear voices inside in angry debate.
'Uncle Reuben!' he shouted, stopping the noise for a moment, 'Uncle Reuben, Louie's turned sick! She's clemmed wi t' cold.