"I don't see any further into it than I did afore. I don't know as I'm
what you'd call any more believin', but when I've laid till after
midnight with my eyes as wide open as daylight, and no shut to 'em,
thinkin' and worryin' and coughin', I've seen it ag'in, jest the way he
rolled and tossed that night, and then them words come to him, and he
smiled and went to sleep peacefuller nor any child; and so _I've_ said
'em, and faith or no faith, believin' or no believin', they've set me a
cryin', time and ag'in, and they've put me to sleep! thar', they've put
me to sleep!"
"And who else could they 'a' be'n meant for but him and you?" cried
Grandma, in a gush of sympathy; "him and you, and anybody else as you
seen needed them words and could give 'em to 'em to quiet 'em; for, dear
woman! there ain't none on us that see into it, but jest to say it over.
Dear woman! we don't know no more. It's what's a restin' all on us. It's
what's a restin' all on us!"
I looked up and saw tears in Madeline's eyes. I had not heard Madeline
spoken of as among the number of the impressed. There were tears in my
own eyes, I knew; there had grown to be such a pathos in those women's
voices.
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