“I shall be bound to send for Weaver soon.”
“Whatever for?”
“To write me a letter to Sarn.”
“Why, you be only a tuthree miles from Gideon now. Whatever do you want
to write a letter for?”
“It’s none of your business if I do,” says she, very mim, and laughing
to herself, “which is what you did say to me, Prue Sarn!”