"It'll go off in a minute." "I ca-an't! I do-don't! Oh, let me--" Mrs.Cheyne did not at all know what she said.
"You must," Mrs.Troop repeated.

"Your boy's jest fainted dead away.
They do that some when they're gettin' their growth.

'Wish to tend to him?
We can git aout this side.

Quite quiet.

You come right along with me.