He was another helpless burden on her hands.
There came a day when the house was filled with white flowers, and people came and went, and holy words were spoken; and the fairest flower of all was carried out, to return to the house no more.
"That woman is a most unnatural and peculiar woman!" said Mrs.
Follingsbee, who had been most active and patronizing in sending flowers, and attending to the scenic arrangements of the funeral.

"It is just what I always said: she is a perfect statue; she's no kind of feeling.

There was Charlie, poor fellow! so sick that he had to go to bed, perfectly overcome, and have somebody to sit up with him; and there was that woman never shed a tear,--went round attending to every thing, just like a piece of clock-work.

Well, I suppose people are happier for being made so; people that have no sensibility are better fitted to get through the world.

But, gracious me! I can't understand such people.