"Mrs. Landholm! Is she dead?"
Clam nodded.
"When? — and what was the matter?"
"'Twa'n't much of anything the matter with her," said Clam; — "she took sick for two or three days and then died. It's more'n a fortnight ago."
"And they sent for Mr. Winthrop?"
"Job Underhill rode down after him as hard as he could and fetched him up on horseback."
"In time?" said Elizabeth.
"He was in time for everything but himself. It was too late for him. But all the rest of the folks had the good of his coming."
"Why what was there for him to do?" said Elizabeth.
"He finds enough to do — or he's pretty apt to —whenever he comes to a place," said Clam. "There was everybody to put in order, about. There was Mr. Landholm hardly fit to live, he was so willin' to die; and Winifred was crazy. She went and crawled under one of the beds to hide when she thought he was a comin'."