There was not a quiver in her voice, but from her eyes there rolled, steadily, the biggest, roundest tears I ever saw.

They ran down her cheeks, formed a stream in the first groove of her double chin, overflowed it, and dripped drop, drop, a drop at a time, on the breast of her stiffly starched calico dress, and from there shot to her knees.
"'Twa'n't no time at all 'til he was chokin' an' burnin' red with fever, an' his pa and me, stout as we be, couldn't hold him down nor keep him kivered.

He was speechifyin' to beat anythin' you ever heard.
His pa said he was repeatin' what he'd heard said by every big stump speaker from Greeley to Logan.

When he got so hoarse we couldn't tell what he said any more, he jest mouthed it, an' at last he dropped back and laid like he was pinned to the sheets, an' I thought he was restin', but 'twa'n't an hour 'til he was gone." Suddenly Mrs.Freshett lifted her apron, covered her face and sobbed until her broad shoulders shook.
"Oh you poor soul!" said my mother.

"I'm so sorry for you!" "I never knowed he was a-goin' until he was gone," she said.