"Ay," said he, "thou'st all right.

And I lie here.
That seems queer." The sister now returned, and Henry wrote her his address, and conversed with her, and told her the whole story of the grindstone, and said that, as he had hindered Simmons from being taken to the infirmary, he felt bound to see he did not suffer by that interference.

He gave her his address, and said, if anything was wanted, she must come to him, or to his mother if he should be out.
No doubt the women talked of his kindness by the sick bed, and Simmons heard it.
Early in the morning Eliza Watney called at Little's house, with her eyes very red, and said her brother-in-law wanted to speak to him.
He went with her directly; and, on the road, asked her what it was about.
"I'm ashamed to tell you," said she, and burst out crying.

"But I hope God will reward you; and forgive him: he is a very ignorant man." "Here I am, Simmons." "So I see." "Anything I can do for you ?" "No." "You sent for me." "Did I?
Well, I dare say I did.

But gi' me time.