"Here, never mind, Imogene; I'll tell him." She went into the front hall and called up the stairs.
"Your things ain't here, Mr.Hammond," she said.

"Melindy didn't bring 'em.

She's laid up with a cold and probably couldn't get 'em ready." "Course she's got 'em ready! She always has 'em ready.

She knows I want 'em." "Maybe so, but she ain't always sick, 'tain't likely.

They ain't here, anyway.