She had
to, and I guess it did her good. Anyhow, she stopped cryin' and
laughin' and let me put her to bed, and she went to sleep like a
baby inside of half an hour. That was more than poor Aunt Abby
did. She lay awake all that night and I stayed with her, though
she tried not to have me; said she wa'n't sick enough for watchers.
But I stayed, and I made some good cornmeal gruel and I fed her a
teaspoon every little while all night long. It seemed to me as if
she was jest dyin' from bein' all wore out. In the mornin' as soon
as it was light I run over to the Bisbees and sent Johnny Bisbee
for the doctor. I told him to tell the doctor to hurry, and he
come pretty quick. Poor Aunt Abby didn't seem to know much of
anythin' when he got there. You couldn't hardly tell she breathed,
she was so used up. When the doctor had gone, Luella came into the
room lookin' like a baby in her ruffled nightgown. I can see her
now. Her eyes were as blue and her face all pink and white like a
blossom, and she looked at Aunt Abby in the bed sort of innocent
and surprised. 'Why,' says she, 'Aunt Abby ain't got up yet?'
"'No, she ain't,' says I, pretty short.
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