here," said she, "for I know you don't like him, and there don't
hardly any body, he's so stuck up and kind of--I don't know what."

In passing through the hall, the girls met Miss Grundy, who had just
come from Patsy's room. As soon as she saw Mary, she said, "Clap on
your bonnet quick, and run as fast as ever you can to Miss
Thornfield's. Dr. Gilbert has gone there, and do you tell him to come
here right away, for Patsy is dreadful sick, and has fits all the
time."

There was a tremor in her voice, and she seemed much excited, which
surprised the girls, who fancied she would not care even if Patsy
died. Mrs. Thornfield's was soon reached, the message given, and then
they hurried back.

"Is Patsy worse?" asked Mary, as she saw the bedroom door open, and
two or three women standing near the bed.

Miss Grundy did not answer, and when next her face was visible, the
girls saw that her eyes were red, as if she had been weeping.

"Funny, isn't it?" said Jenny, as she started for home. "I didn't
suppose any thing would make her cry, and I guess now the tears are
sort of _sour!_"

Dr. Gilbert came, but his skill could not save the poor idiot girl,
and at about four that afternoon she died. Around the bed of death
there were no tears or lamentations, for those who stood by and
watched the lamp of life as it went out, felt that the spirit which
was leaving them would be happier far in another world, for never in