"How is that old woman?"
"I don't know. There don't seem to be much difference from one day to another."
"What ails her?"
"I don't know. I suppose it is as the doctor says, — that there is a general breaking up of nature."
"Is she going to live long?"
"I don't know. He said probably not."
"Well, who's going to take care of her?"
"She is taken care of. There is a woman here from Mountain
Spring, to do all that is necessary."
"Why must we stay here, Lizzie? — it's so dismal."
"We mustn't — I must."