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What was it you wanted ?" Mrs.Bascom looked about for a seat.

The rocker was at the opposite side of the room, and the other chair contained a garment belonging to Mr.
Atkins, one which that gentleman, with characteristic disregard of the conventionalities, had discarded before leaving the kitchen and had forgotten to take with him.

The lady picked up the garment, looked at it, and sat down in the chair.
"Your boss is to bed, I s'pose likely ?" she asked.
"You mean Mr.Atkins?
I suppose likely he is." "Um.