He couldn't bear to have them out of his sight, and always said he would give them to me.

He would have done it, I know, if he had made a will; but he took sick sudden, raving crazy, and never got his senses for one minute.

It often took three men to hold him on the bed.

He thought he saw Jo and Liza, and died cursing and raving." She paused to wipe away a tear, and added: "The boys were sold down South.

Maybe your way, up North, is best, after all.