Mrs. Burton. O Doctor! I didn’t hear ye knawk. Did I keep y’ waitin’?
Doctor. No. How’re the sick folks?
Mrs. Burton. Haven’t y’ seen Dr. Taylor! Didn’t he tell yeh?
Doctor. Haven’t seen him. I suppose you mean—
Mrs. Burton. Yes.
Doctor. Humph! When’d she die?
Mrs. B. ‘Bout half an hour ago.
Doctor. I had two calls on my way here. When did the change come?
Mrs. B. Ther’ wa’n’t no change t’ speak ‘f. About two hours ago, she et a nice cup o’ grule, and asked me to fix the pillers so’s her head ‘d be higher. I done it. Then she asked f’r a pensul ‘n paper, an’ she writ f’r quite some time. After that she shet her eyes an’ I thought she was asleep. She never moved till the Doctor come, then she opened her eyes ‘n smiled at him. He asked how she felt, an’ she gave a l-o-n-g sigh—an’ that was all there was to it.