Nancy was deeply moved. "Oh, isn't that awful! What made it?"
"Huh?—What made it?—Why, I can't think what they call it. It's an awful funny name."
"Was it heart disease?" ventured Nancy.
"Aw, it was a million times worse'n that!"
Nancy gasped. "She isn't going to die, is she?"
"Well, I dunno," he replied dubiously. "She was still alive when I come away, but—"
"I'm sorry," murmured Nancy. "Awful sorry. I hope—"
"Well, I gotto be goin'. They might need me any minute!"
"I'm so sorry about it. Do you s'pose you'll be able to—to come to my party?"
This was a new phase of the matter that Sube had not considered. "Well, you can't tell," he replied. "It's a funny disease. Doc Richards says she may be dead one minute, or may be well the next."