"I don't feel no ways, somehow; — it's a kinder givin' away. I think I'm just goin', ma'am."
"But what ails you, Karen?"
"It's time," said Karen, jerking herself backwards and forwards in her rocking-chair. "I'm seventy years and more old. I hain't got no more work to do. I'm goin'; and I'm ready, praise the Lord! They're most all gone; — and the rest is comin' after; — it's time old Karen was there."
"But that's no sign you mayn't live longer," said Elizabeth.
"Seventy years is nothing. How do you feel sick?"
"It's all over, Miss Lizzie," said the old woman. "Its givin' away. I'm goin' — I know I be. The time's come."
"I will send Anderese for a doctor — where is there one?"
Karen shivered and put her head in her hands, before she spoke.
"There ain't none — I don't want none — there was Doctor Kipp to Mountain Spring, but he ain't no' count; and he's gone away."
"Clam, do speak to Anderese and ask him about it, and tell him to go directly, if there is any one he can go for. — What can I do for you, Karen?"
"I guess nothin', Miss Lizzie. — If the Governor was here, he'd pray for me; but it ain't no matter — I've been prayin' all my life — It's no matter if I can't pray good just right now. The Lord knows all."