Time to Stop.
About a week after this letter was written, Kate said to Harry:
"You really ought to have Aunt Matilda's roof mended. There are several holes in it. I think her house ought to be made tight and warm before winter; don't you?"
"Certainly," said Harry. "I'll get some shingles and nail them over the holes to-morrow."
The next day was Saturday, and a rainy day. About ten o'clock Harry went to Aunt Matilda's cabin with his shingles and a hammer and nails. Kate walked over with him.
To their surprise they found the old woman in bed.
"Why, what is the matter, Aunt Matilda?" asked Kate. "Are you sick?"
"No, honey, I isn't sick," said the old woman; "but somehow or other I don't keer to git up. Ise mighty comfurt'ble jist as I is."
"But you ought to have your breakfast," said Kate. "What is this basin of water doing on the foot of your bed?"
"Oh, don't 'sturb dat ar tin basin," said Aunt Matilda. "Dat's to ketch der rain. Dar's a hole right ober de foot o' de bed."