“Mamma’s all fagged out,” Rosetta told her father the next day.
June was very hot, and Douglass began to worry about his wife.
“Perhaps you’d better go away for a few days.” She shook her head.
“The house will be ready soon. When we get on our hill—” Her eyes were happy with anticipation.
When the doctor ordered her to bed, she was planning the moving.
“I’ll just take it easy for a few days—then we’ll start packing,” she said.
Anna Murray Douglass died on August 4th, 1882.
Chapter Nineteen
Indian summer and a fair harvest
They moved him out to the house in November.