Call somebody , and get me home . '' Then she shut her eyes , and looked so white that Ben hurried away , and burst upon old Mrs. Paine , placidly knitting at the end door , so suddenly that , as she afterward said , `` It sca ' t her like a clap o ' thunder . '' `` Ai n't a man nowheres around . All down in the big medder gettin ' in hay , '' was her reply to Ben 's breathless demand for `` everybody to come and see to Miss Celia . '' He turned to mount , for he had flung himself off before Lita stopped , but the old lady caught his jacket , and asked half a dozen questions in a breath . `` Who 's your folks ? What 's broke ? How 'd she fall ? Where is she ? Why did n't she come right here ? Is it a sunstroke ? '' As fast as words could tumble out of his mouth , Ben answered , and then tried to free himself ; but the old lady held on , while she gave her directions , expressed her sympathy , and offered her hospitality with incoherent warmth . `` Sakes alive ! poor dear ! Fetch her right in . Liddy , get out the camphire ; and , Melissy , you haul down a bed to lay her on . Falls is dretful uncert ` in things ; should n't wonder if her back was broke . Father 's down yender , and he and Bijah will see to her . You go call 'em , and I 'll blow the horn to start 'em up . Tell her we 'd be pleased to see her , and it wo n't make a mite of trouble . ''
Ben heard no more , fur as Mrs. XXXXX turned to take down the tin horn he was up and away .
Ben Bijah Liddy Lita Paine camphire fall right sca yender