"With a flea in her lug," suggested the farmer.
"Your people never go to a clergyman in their distress. It's the last thing they'd think of. Any one might more probably be regarded as a friend than the parson. But with us the poor know where to look for sympathy."
"She ain't that poor, neither," said the grandfather.
"She had money with her?"
"I don't know just what she had; but she ain't been brought up poor. And I don't think as our Ruby'd go of herself to any clergyman. It never was her way."

"With a flea in her ear," suggested the farmer.
"Your people never go to a clergyman in their distress. It's the last thing they'd think of. But with us the poor know where to look for sympathy."
"She ain't that poor, neither," said the grandfather. "And I don't think as our Ruby'd go to any clergyman. It never was her way."
