When we got to the door it seemed to be dretful still there
inside. And there wuz some white frost on the latch jest as if a
icy, white hand had onlatched the door, and had laid on it last.

We rapped, but nobody answered. And then we opened the door and
went in, and there they all lay asleep. The children waked up.
But old Grandma didn't.

There wuzn't any fire in the room, and you could see by the
freezing coldness of the air that there hadn't been any for a day
or two.

Grandma Smedley had took the poor old coverin's all off from
herself, and put 'em round the youngest baby, little Jim. And he
lay there all huddled up tight to his Grandma, with his red cheek
close to her white one, for he loved her.

Josiah cried and wept, and wept and cried onto his bandana -- but
I didn't.

The tears run down my face some, to see the childern feel so bad
when Grandma couldn't speak to 'em.

But I knew that the childern would be took care of now, I knew the
Jonesvillians would be all rousted up and sorry enough for 'em,
and would be willin' to do anything now, when it wuz some too
late.

And I felt that I couldn't cry nor weep (and told Josiah so), the
tears jest dripped down my face in a stream, but I wouldn't weep