They wheeled her into the hall. "Same hall," she said, looking about, "same paper you had thirty years ago. Oh, my, to think of it. I've papered and papered and scraped off, and papered and papered and scraped off, and then papered again in those same thirty years."
They got her into the room on the ground floor, which had been prepared for her. "I suppose this was the most convenient place to put me," she said, "and so you put me in it. Put me where you please, only I do hope you haven't beetles. It makes me very nervous to hear 'em chipping about all night, and when I'm nervous, I don't sleep, and when I don't sleep, I just can't help lying awake. It's a way I've got. I caught it from my husband when he was a baby. He'd wake up and give it to me."
Susan went out with Jane to get her some supper. "I never thought much about Katie Croft," she said, "but I never doubted she had a hard time."
"Yes," said Jane, "and one of the nicest things in this world is to be able to give some one who's had a hard time a rest."
"Wouldn't it be dreadful if she died, though, while she was here?"
"Who? Old Mrs. Croft?"
"Oh, no, she won't ever die. I meant Katie. Everybody says she's going to run away, but if she don't do that and dies, we'll be just as badly off as if she did it."
"Oh, Auntie!"
"Well, Jane, we'd have to keep old Mrs. Croft till she died."
"I guess there's not much chance of that," Jane said; "she won't die. She has come here to do us good and to receive good herself, that's all."