"Who in creation is that ?" "I don't know," returned her husband.
"Ye don't know! I swan, Zeb Geary, you must be plumb crazy! Whar'd ye get her ?" "Thar, thar, now, Sary, don't be askin' questions, but take the pore lamb in, an' cuddle her up some.

She's plumb beat out!" "Come on, dearie," said the old wife, who had caught sight of Marjorie's winsome face and sad eyes.

"Come along o' me,--I'll take keer o' ye." Marjorie let herself be helped from the rickety old vehicle, and went with her hostess, in at the kitchen door.
It wasn't an attractive kitchen, such as Eliza's, at Grandma Sherwood's; it was bare and comfortless-looking, though clean and in good order.
"Now, now, little miss," said Mrs.Geary, hobbling about, "fust of all, let's get some supper down ye.

When did ye eat last ?" "This noon," said Marjorie, and then, at the remembrance of the happy, merry luncheon table at Seacote, she put her head down on her arms, and sobbed as if she had never cried before.
"Bless 'ee, bless 'ee, now, my lamb; don't go fer to take on so.

There, there, have a sup o' warm milk! Oh, my! my!" In deference to Mrs.Geary's solicitude, Marjorie tried hard to conquer her sobs, and had finally succeeded, when Mr.Geary came in.
"Don't bother her any to-night, Mother," he said, after a sharp glance at Marjorie; "she's all on edge.