She held her head down and well to one side, she bent over and tried to hurry past, but the figure stopped.
"Is that you, Sylvy Crane ?" said her sister, Hannah Berry.
Sylvia did not stop.

"Yes, it's me," she stammered.

"Good-evenin', Hannah." She tried to pass, but Hannah stood in her way.

"What you hurryin' so for ?" she asked, sharply; "where you been ?" "Where _you_ been ?" returned Sylvia, trembling.
"Up to Sarah's.

Charlotte, she's gone down to Rebecca's.