It sounded like a child's, near at hand.
"We can trade in the dark, Lois, both bein' honest," he responded, graciously, hoisting a basket of tomatoes into the cart, and taking out a jug of vinegar.
"Is that Lois ?" said Mrs.Howth, coming to the gate.

"Sit still, child.

Don't get down." But the child, as she called her, had scrambled off the cart, and stood beside her, leaning on the wheel, for she was helplessly crippled.
"I thought you would be down to-night.

I put some coffee on the stove.
Bring it out, Joel." Mrs.Howth never put up the shield between herself and this member of "the class,"-- because, perhaps, she was so wretchedly low in the social scale.

However, I suppose she never gave a reason for it even to herself.