Mrs.Babcock was leaning forward and smiling ingratiatingly, with keen eyes upon her face.
"I dun'no' as he did.

But I guess Edward never expected he would much," said she.
"Well, I told 'em I didn't believe he did.

I declare! it seemed pretty tough, didn't it ?" "I dun'no'.

I thought of it some along there when Edward was sick." "I declare, I should have thought you'd wrote to him about it." Mrs.Field said nothing.
"Didn't you ever ?" Mrs.Babcock asked.
"Well, yes; I wrote once when he was first taken sick." "An' he didn't take any notice of it ?" Mrs.Field shook her head.
"He's a regular old skinflint, ain't he ?" said Mrs.Babcock.
"I guess he's a pretty set kind of a man." "Set! I should call it more'n set.

Now, Mis' Field, I'd really like to know something.