"And he hopes we'll never meet again!" There was a mirror over the sink, and she threw a glance into it.

Very well; if he thought like that about it.
Here the doorbell tinkled.

That would be the faithful janitor.

She ran to the door.
"Whadjuh wanta see me about, Miz Conover ?" "What has happened to old Mr.Gregory ?" "Him?
Why, some amb'lance fellers carted him off this afternoon.

Didn't know nawthin' was the matter with 'im until I runs into them in the hall." "He'd been hurt ?" "Couldn't say, miz.