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“You sent word yesterday that you should be returnin’ early this afternoon, and would stop. I presume I received the message as you gave it?” asked Mrs. Crane, who was tenacious in such matters; “but I do declare I never looked to hear she was gone.”

“She’s been failin’ right along sence yisterday about this time,” said the nurse. “She’s taken no notice to speak of, an’ been eatin’ the vally o’ nothin’, I may say, sence I went there a-Tuesday. Her sisters both come back yisterday, an’ of course I was expected to give up charge to them. They’re used to sickness, an’ both havin’ such a name for bein’ great housekeepers!”

Sarah Ellen spoke with bitterness, but Mrs. Crane was reminded instantly of her own affairs. “I feel condemned that I ain’t begun my own fall cleanin’ yet,” she said, with an ostentatious sigh.

“Plenty o’ time to worry about that,” her friend hastened to console her.

“I do desire to have everything decent about my house,” resumed Mrs. Crane. “There’s nobody to do anything but me. If I was to be taken away sudden myself, I shouldn’t want to have it said afterwards that there was wisps under my sofy or–There! I can’t dwell on my own troubles with Sister Barsett’s loss right before me. I can’t seem to believe she’s really passed away; she always was saying she should go in some o’ these spells, but I deemed her to be troubled with narves.”

Sarah Ellen Dow shook her head. “I’m all nerved up myself,” she said brokenly. “I made light of her sickness when I went there first, I’d seen her what she called dreadful low so many times; but I saw her looks this morning, an’ I begun to believe her at last. Them sisters o’ hers is the master for unfeelin’ hearts. Sister Barsett was a-layin’ there yisterday, an’ one of ’em was a-settin’ right by her tellin’ how difficult ‘t was for her to leave home, her niece was goin’ to graduate to the high school, an’ they was goin’ to have a time in the evening, an’ all the exercises promised to be extry interesting. Poor Sister Barsett knew what she said an’ looked at her with contempt, an’ then she give a glance at me an’ closed up her eyes as if ‘t was for the last time. I know she felt it.”

Sarah Ellen Dow was more and more excited by a sense of bitter grievance. Her rule of the afflicted household had evidently been interfered with; she was not accustomed to be ignored and set aside at such times. Her simple nature and uncommon ability found satisfaction in the exercise of authority, but she had now left her post feeling hurt and wronged, besides knowing something of the pain of honest affliction.

“If it hadn’t been for esteemin’ Sister Barsett as I always have done, I should have told ’em no, an’ held to it, when they asked me to come back an’ watch to-night. ‘T ain’t for none o’ their sakes, but Sister Barsett was a good friend to me in her way.” Sarah Ellen broke down once more, and felt in her bundle again hastily, but the handkerchief was again elusive, while a small object fell out upon the doorstep with a bounce.

“‘T ain’t nothin’ but a little taste-cake I spared out o’ the loaf I baked this mornin’,” she explained, with a blush. “I was so shoved out that I seemed to want to turn my hand to somethin’ useful an’ feel I was still doin’ for Sister Barsett. Try a little piece, won’t you, Mis’ Crane? I thought it seemed light an’ good.”

They shared the taste-cake with serious enjoyment, and pronounced it very good indeed when they had finished and shaken the crumbs out of their laps. “There’s nobody but you shall come an’ do for me at the last, if I can have my way about things,” said Mercy Crane impulsively. She meant it for a tribute to Miss Dow’s character and general ability, and as such it was meekly accepted.