"I guess it's the light." "Well, mebbe 'tis," replied Amanda, still looking anxiously at her.
"Of course you know if you feel well, but you do look dreadful white to me.

Don't you want some water, or a swaller of cold tea ?" "No, I don't want a single thing; I'm well enough." Mrs.Field's tone was almost surly.

She held out her hand for the photograph.

"I must be goin'," she continued; "I ain't got my dustin' done.

I jest come across this, an' I thought I'd show it to you, an' see what you said." "Well, I shouldn't have dreamed but what it was yours; but then you an' your sister did look jest alike.