Tomkins--as though I'd up
and go any minute. 'Mr. Jeminy,' I said, 'I'm not afraid to die. When
my time comes, I'll go joyfully.'"
"No doubt you will," said Mrs. Tomkins comfortably.
"Well," said Mrs. Ploughman, "it's a good thing, in my opinion, he was
made to give up teaching school. It's a wonder the children know
anything at all, Mrs. Tomkins. I declare, it used to mix me up
something terrible, just to listen to him."
Mrs. Tomkins gazed at her sewing with thoughtful pleasure. "It was a
hard blow to him," she said. "He did his best. Maybe he was a little
queer. But he harmed no one. He used to tell the children stories.
"How is Mrs. Grumble," she asked, "to-day?"
"Weak," said Mrs. Ploughman; "very weak, out of her mind part of the
time with the fever."
"Do you calculate she'll die, Mrs. Ploughman?"
"I don't know. But I don't calculate she'll live, Mrs. Tomkins.
Still, we must hope for the best. This is the way it was; first the
influenza, and then the pneumony. Double pneumony, the doctor says.
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