Then John’s heart stopped. At Betsy’s side he died. And so quietly that they who stood near never heard the sound of his gentle old voice.
They sleep together—Betsy and John. Not at Saint Michael’s with their five boys. Of them nothing was known at the poor-house. Their graves are in the burying-ground of the poor. There is a cheap stone upon which somebody has carved only their names and this text:
“IN MY FATHER’S HOUSE ARE MANY MANSIONS”
because Betsy’s Bible, when they took it up, fell open at that scripture—and her trembling finger had deeply marked the words as it followed them day after day to aid her dimming sight.
THE SIREN[[2]]
I BRASSID
They tell yet, on the porches of the Crazy-Quilt House,—though it is two years,—how savage Brassid met the laughing Sea-Lady, and how, at last, he adored her laughter more the more she laughed at him, and how she loved his savagery more the more savage he was to her.
And, then, on to the consequences of that laughter and that savagery, which you are to know at the end.
Mrs. Mouthon—the lady who uses snuff—insists that it was all pretence: that Brassid was not savage—in his room, and that Miss Princeps never laughed—in her room. Mrs. Mouthon’s room was between theirs.
Nevertheless, Miss Carat, who has the one deaf ear, contends that it is absurd, absolutely absurd. For, she argues, why should they have pretended, in the first place, and why should they not, if they had liked, in the last place? But, then, Miss Carat, the other five first-class boarders whisper, always opposes anything which proceeds from Mrs. Mouthon.