She had bronchial pneumonia and it carried her off, having always been delicate and with more troubles to bear than she could stand, poor thing.

Since her husband, who I say was a scamp even if he is dead, left her and the baby, she has took rooms with me and done sewing and such.

When she passed away I wrote to Seth Howes, a relation of hers out West, and, so far as I know, the only one she had.

I told the Howes man that Mary had gone and Emmie was left.

Would they take her?
I wrote.