“It was night when Rhody roused up agin’, an’ she looked so much better out of her eyes that I felt sort a cheered.
“‘Jim,’ she says, whispering, ‘is that Aunt Nancy?’
“‘Yes, dear,’ he says.
“‘An’ has she got the baby?’ she went on.
“Well, Jim didn’t say nothin’, pore feller, an’ she says,
“‘Aunt Nancy, when Jim an’ me’s keepin’ house you’ll come an’ see us?’
“‘Yes, dear,’ I says. ‘Now go to sleep, like a good girl.’
“‘All right,’ she says, ‘you keep the baby, an’, Jim, kiss me good night. I love you—Jim. We’ll be—so happy—by—ourselves.’
“The last words were a long time comin’, an’ Jim, after he kissed her, looked at me an’ whispered, ‘Send for the doctor.’ I hurried out, but before the doctor came he was not needed. Rhody had said her last good night.”