the sexton’s cottage open; on the other I heard the voice of her companion, the woman in the shawl, the woman whom she had spoken of as Mrs. Clements.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” cried the voice from behind the clump of dwarf trees.
In a moment more Mrs. Clements hurried into view.
“Who are you?” she cried, facing me resolutely as she set her foot on the stile. “How dare you frighten a poor helpless woman like that?”
the sexton’s cottage open; on the other I heard the voice of her companion, the woman in the shawl, the woman whom she had spoken of as Mrs. Clements.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” cried the voice from behind the clump of dwarf trees.
In a moment more Mrs. Clements hurried into view.
“Who are you?” she cried, facing me resolutely as she set her foot on the stile. “How dare you frighten a poor helpless woman like that?”
