"I'm going to stay with you," said Clelia tenderly. "I'll stay all night."
"There's a good girl. Now there's somebody round, I guess maybe I could drop off to sleep."
At first Clelia was not much alarmed; for though Sabrina was known to have heart-spells, she always came out of them and went on her way with the same gentle impregnability. But in the middle of the night, she suddenly woke Clelia sleeping on the lounge beside her, by saying in a clear tone:—
"Wouldn't it be strange, Clelia?"
"Wouldn't what be strange?" asked the girl, instantly alert.
"Wouldn't it be strange if anybody put off their sorrow all their lives long, an' then died before they got a chance to give way to it?"
"Sabrina, you thinking about those things?"
"Never mind," answered Sabrina soothingly. "I guess I waked up kinder quick."
But again, after she had had a sinking spell, and Clelia had given her some warming drops, she said half-shyly, "Clelia, maybe you'll think I'm a terrible fool; but if I should pass away, there's somethin' I should like to have you do."
Clelia knelt beside her, and put her wet cheek down on the little roughened hand.