human
My heart's a pit-pat! Hurry, hurry, for the Lard's sake! The bees be playin'[9] an' they'll call Johnson if you ban't theer directly minute!
gpt
Sorry you should have had the journey only for that, mother. 'Twas so unlikely a morning, I never thought to hear of a swarm to-day. I'll start at once, and you go home quietly. You're sadly out of breath. Where is it?
human
To the Red House--Mr. Grimbal's. It may lead to the handlin' of his hives for all us can say, if you do the job vitty, as you 'm bound to.
gpt
John Grimbal's!
human
Ess fay! Why do 'e stand glazin' like that? A chap rode out for 'e 'pon horseback; an' a bit o' time be lost a'ready. They 'm swarmin' in the orchard, an' nobody knaws more 'n the dead what to be at.
gpt
I won't go. Let them get Johnson.
human
I--I'm not going there--not to that man. I have reason.
gpt
O my gude God! burst out the old woman,
human
Is John Grimbal at home?
gpt
How shude I knaw? An' what matter if he is? Your business is with the bees, not him. An' you've got no quarrel with him because that Blanchard have. After what Will done against you, you needn't be so squeamish as to make his enemies yourn.
human
My business is with the bees--as you say, mother,
gpt
Coourse 'tis! Who knaws a half of what you knaw 'bout 'em? That's my awn braave Clem! Why, there might be a mort o' gude money for a man like you at the Red House!
human
I'll go. My business is with the bees. You walk along slowly, or sit down a while and get your breath again. I'll hurry.
gpt
You'll find all set out for 'e--veil, an' gloves, an' a couple of bee-butts to your hand.