"Is it?" returned the boy doubtfully, and surveying me with his arm held out above his burning eyes. "She looks to me the t'other one. It ain't the bonnet, nor yet it ain't the gownd, but she looks to me the t'other one."

"Is it?" returned the boy, surveying me doubtfully. "She looks to me the t'other one. It ain't the bonnet, nor yet the gown, but she looks to me the t'other one."
