She was listening, interested-like, to what I was telling her, and then, suddenly--well, you saw how she was took, father?
'Tain't like Ellen this, is it now ?" "No," he whispered.

"No, 'tain't.

But you see, child, we've been going through a pretty bad time--worse nor I should ever have let you know of, my dear.

Ellen's just feeling it now--that's what it is.

She didn't say nothing, for Ellen's a good plucked one, but it's told on her--it's told on her!" And then Mrs.Bunting, sitting up, slowly opened her eyes, and instinctively put her hand up to her head to see if her hair was all right.
She hadn't really been quite "off." It would have been better for her if she had.