Her pan of soft-mixed bread she often left uncovered in the kitchen, and sometimes the hens walked in and sat in it.
The children used to play in mud puddles about the door.

It was the youngest of them that sickened with some kind of fever early in the spring, before Jenkins began driving the cows out to pasture.

The child was very ill, and Mrs.Jenkins wanted to send for a doctor, but her husband would not let her.

They made a bed in the kitchen, close to the stove, and Mrs.Jenkins nursed the child as best she could.

She did all her work near by, and I saw her several times wiping the child's face with the cloth that she used for washing her milk pans.
Nobody knew outside the family that the little girl was ill.