"'Waal, Doctor,' says Dock Smith, 'what do you think 'bout it?'
"'He's got to die anyhow,' says Dock Brainerd, 'an' I don't suppose the beans 'll make any diff'rence.'
"'That's the way I figger it,' says Dock Smith; 'in all my practice I never knew of beans hurtin' anybody.'
"So Sary went down to the kitchen an' brought up a plateful of hot baked beans. Dock Smith raised Bill up in bed, an' Dock Brainerd put a piller under the small of Bill's back. Then Sary sat down by the bed an' fed them beans into Bill until Bill couldn't hold any more.
"'How air you feelin' now?' asked Dock Smith.
"Bill didn't say nuthin; he jest smiled sort uv peaceful-like and closed his eyes.
"'The end hez come,'f said Dock Brainerd sof'ly; 'Bill is dyin'.'
"Then Bill murmured kind o' far-away like; 'I ain't dyin'; I'm dead an' in heaven.'
"Next mornin' Bill got out uv bed an' done a big day's work on the farm, an' he ain't bed a sick spell since. Them beans cured him!"