"
Patty had to laugh at his foolishness, but the dogs WERE fierce,
and she was glad when at last his repeated rings at the doorbell
were answered.
"Nobody at home," said a voice, as the door opened only a narrow
crack, and but part of a face could be seen.
"Is that so?" said Bill, pleasantly. "But you're at home, aren't
you? And perhaps you're the very one I want to see. Are you Mrs.
O'Brien?"
"Yes, I am," and the door opened just a trifle wider; "but the
family is away, an' me ordhers is to admit nobody at all, at all."
"Well, we don't want to be admitted, but won't you step outside a
moment?"
Farnsworth emphasised his remarks by pushing the door wide open,
and, partly out of curiosity, Mrs. O'Brien stepped outside. She
was a small woman, but her face wore a look of grim determination,
as if she were afraid of nothing. She quieted the barking dogs,
and turned to Patty.
"Don't be afraid, Miss," she said; "they won't hurt ye, now that
they see me a-talkin' to yez. Did ye want to see Mrs. Cartwright?
She ain't home, an' won't be till day after tomorrah."
"No," said Patty, "I don't know Mrs. Cartwright. I want to see
you. Susan Hastings, my own cook, said your people were away, and
so perhaps you would go out to cook for a couple of days to oblige
a neighbour.
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