"If Katherine shouldn't come——"
"She will come, never fear," Martha reassured her.
"I've left you—a little keepsake. A thousand dollars.... It's down ... black-and-white ... in letter to Katherine. Promise ... take some, and go ... with your Sam ... to New York ... alone ... honeymoon."
"Certaintly," said Martha, humoring her soothingly, without the slightest suspicion she was listening to anything but the babbling of aged weakness.
"Certaintly, ma'am. An' thank you kindly for the thought. Sam an' me'll have the time of our lives."
"See ... you do!" ordered the little Madam.
The western sky was a blaze of glory when she spoke again.
"I'll meet you ... dearest Daniel ... when the sun goes down!"
"What, ma'am?" inquired Martha, instantly on the alert.
The lowered lids lifted. The lapsing mind leaped back to consciousness.