“'God will take care of the boy.'
“And then I seemed to be alone. And I went out into the hall; and uncle Josiah heard me, and he came out, and asked me what the matter was.
“And I told him 'I didn't know.' And my strength left me then; and he took me up in his arms, and brought me back into my room, and laid me on the lounge, and gave me some wine, and I couldn't help crying.”
“What for, dear?” says I.
“Because I wasn't good enough to see my mother. If I had only been good enough, I could have seen her. For she was here, aunt Samantha, right in this room.”
Her eyes wus so big and solemn and earnest, that I knew she meant what she said. But I soothed her down as well as I could, and I says,—
“Mebby you had dropped to sleep, Cicely: mebby you dremp it.”
“Yes,” says Josiah, who had come in, and heard my last words.
“Yes, Cicely, you dremp it.”
Wall, after a while Cicely stopped cryin', and dropped to sleep.