"'I thought I didn't smell the coffee,' says Luella.
"'Coffee,' says I. 'I guess if you have coffee this mornin' you'll
make it yourself.'
"'I never made the coffee in all my life,' says she, dreadful
astonished. 'Erastus always made the coffee as long as he lived,
and then Lily she made it, and then Aunt Abby made it. I don't
believe I CAN make the coffee, Miss Anderson.'
"'You can make it or go without, jest as you please,' says I.
"'Ain't Aunt Abby goin' to get up?' says she.
"'I guess she won't get up,' says I, 'sick as she is.' I was
gettin' madder and madder. There was somethin' about that little
pink-and-white thing standin' there and talkin' about coffee, when
she had killed so many better folks than she was, and had jest
killed another, that made me feel 'most as if I wished somebody
would up and kill her before she had a chance to do any more harm.
"'Is Aunt Abby sick?' says Luella, as if she was sort of aggrieved
and injured.
"'Yes,' says I, 'she's sick, and she's goin' to die, and then
you'll be left alone, and you'll have to do for yourself and wait
on yourself, or do without things.
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