You can bid her go to the Grange at once, if she be able, and carry a message from me, that her young lady will follow in time to attend the squire's funeral.'"
"Mr. Edgar is not dead?" I gasped. "Oh! Zillah, Zillah!"
"No, no; sit you down, my good mistress," she replied; "you're right sickly yet. He's not dead; Doctor Kenneth thinks he may last another day. I met him on the road and asked."

Bid her go to the Grange, and carry a message that her young lady will follow in time to attend the squire's funeral."'
'Mr. Edgar is not dead?' I gasped. 'Oh! Zillah!'
'No, no; he's not dead,' she replied. 'Dr. Kenneth thinks he may last another day.'
