Mebbe she'll be better." Mrs.Field at once turned toward her.
"I ain't Esther Maxwell," said she.
"O Mis' Field! oh, poor woman! it ain't for us to judge you," returned Mrs.Green, in her tender, inexpressibly solemn voice.
"Come, Lois." "Yes, that'll be a good plan," chimed in Mrs.Babcock.

"She'd better go in her bedroom where it's quiet, or she'll wind up with a fever.
There's too many folks here." "I wonder if some of my currant wine wouldn't be good for her ?" said Mrs.Jane Maxwell, with an air of irrepressible virtue.
"She don't want none of your currant wine," rejoined Mrs.Babcock fiercely.

"She's suffered enough by your family." "I guess you needn't be so mighty smart," returned Mrs.Maxwell, jerking her arm away from Flora.

"I dunno of anything she's suffered.
I should think Flora an' me had been the ones to suffer, an' now we shan't never go to law, nor make any fuss about it.

I ain't goin' to stay here an' be talked to so any longer if I know, especially by folks that ain't got any business meddlin' with it, anyway.