It's mighty funny nobody knows where Mis' Field lives; but this is the old Maxwell house, where she wrote Mandy she lived, an' I'm goin' in." Flora stood aside, and the three women entered with a rush.

Lois, standing near the door front, saw them coming through the greenish-yellow gloom, their three black figures scudding before the wind like black-sailed ships.
"Land sakes!" shrieked out Mrs.Babcock, "there's Lois now! Lois, how are you?
I'd like to know what that girl we met at the gate meant telling us they didn't live here.

Why, Lois Field, how do you do?
Where's your mother?
I guess we'd better step right in, an' not stop to talk.

It's an awful tempest.

I'm dreadful afraid my bonnet trimmin' will spot." They all scurried up the steps and into the house.