With a nervous start, Mug arose from her knees, and stood for an instant gazing in terror at the trembling of the bedclothes.
"I'll bet he's in a fit.

I mean to screech for Miss Alice," and Muggins was about darting away, when Hugh's long arm caught and held her fast.
"Oh, de gracious, Mas'r Hugh," she cried, "you skeers me so.

Does you know me, Mas'r Hugh ?" and she took a step toward him.
"Yes, I know you, and I want to talk a little.

Where am I, Mug?
What room, I mean ?" "Why, Miss Alice's, in course.

She 'sisted, and 'sisted, till 'em brung you in here, 'case she say it cool and nice.