Madget began to whimper as she set her down, but Moses assured her that if his marmer died, he would "come over there right away and tell her about it."
"I don't know whatever makes him so pleased to think of my dying," his mother said, plaintively, "he has never known anybody that died or anything, if he is always burying birds with regular funeral preaching."
"He doesn't want you to die," Elizabeth said, "he just gets ideas in his mind."
"Well, they aren't very cheerful ideas for a sick woman to hear."
"No, they aren't," Elizabeth agreed.
"If I can get Mis' Hawes over here, Little Eva will tell me if I'm going to die. I'd like to lick Moses once, anyway, whether I'm going to die or not."
"I don't think anybody could 'a' done any better," her grandmother said, when she told her the story. "Hot compresses is the thing that always relieves pain, and what the whole situation needed was somebody to take charge and send for the doctor. You was a pretty brave, practical girl, I should say. The Swifts always had good contrivance, and come out strong when there was anything real to be done."
"I don't think that I managed so very well. The children kept crying and I couldn't stop them, and Mrs. Steppe kept asking for a medium that I couldn't get for her. What does she mean by Little Eva being Mrs. Hawes' control?"
To her surprise her grandmother began to laugh, and laughed until the tears ran down her cheeks.