'Please, Mister Sawyer, Missis Raddle wants to speak to you.'
Before Mr. Bob Sawyer could return any answer, the girl suddenly disappeared with a jerk, as if somebody had given her a violent pull behind; this mysterious exit was no sooner accomplished, than there was another tap at the door—a smart, pointed tap, which seemed to say, 'Here I am, and in I'm coming.'
Mr. Bob Sawyer glanced at his friend with a look of abject apprehension, and once more cried, 'Come in.'