"
"Who is she?" asked Roy, as after a few more words the woman moved on.
"She lives at the bottom of the hill over there. Her husband has been
ill of consumption these last two years, and she works to support them
both. She's a hard-working woman, is Martha Cullen; she works in the
fields harvesting just now; if I could feel I'd be welcome I would go to
sit with her husband sometimes, but she's very queer, she won't let a
neighbor come near him, I have tried more than once. It seems hard on
him to be bedridden there day after day without a soul to speak to; or
any one to give him a drink!"
Roy gazed thoughtfully after the retreating figure of the woman, and
then turned his attention again to the cave.
When an hour later he and Dudley were walking home footsore, and rather
dirty, but with little bundles of treasures from the cave in their
grubby hands, he startled his cousin by saying--
"To-morrow we'll go and see Martha Cullen's husband. It's an opportunity
for us."
"How shall we get in?" queried Dudley.
"Climb in at the window. She told old Principle she would be out all day
at Farmer Stubbs. We'll go and do him good."
"How?"
"We'll wash his face, and make him a cup of tea, and sweep his room, and
give him his medicine," responded Roy, readily; "that's what nurse does
when she goes to visit any of Aunt Judy's sick people.
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