Polly Sutton just felt cold sweat all over at the thought, and didn't dare to open the door to look.
Mrs. Turner and Sayer went into the room Alexander Parker opened, Sayer kept insisting on going home, so Mrs. Turner had to soothe him first.
"Young master, I've collected all the wood for you, collected it, it won't get wet," Mrs. Turner whispered, gently patting Sayer, "We'll go home when the sun comes out."
Sayer seemed comforted, gradually calming down.
Alexander Parker had someone send some food over, "Mrs. Turner, you can stay here at ease, don't worry about the money, I'll handle it."
"Thank you, Mr. Parker," Mrs. Turner bent her back lower, but was thinking about the girl she just saw.
Alexander Parker left after arranging things, and Mrs. Turner only took a towel to cover her face after taking care of Sayer to sleep, then went out.
Polly Sutton lay in bed tossing and turning, her mind full of Mrs. Turner's face, and couldn't sleep.
