It seemed to me that them two days was longer 'n my hull life, but I fin'ly did git home about nine o'clock in the mornin'.

When I got to the house Mis' Jones was on the lookout fer me, an' the door opened as I run up the stoop, an' I see by her face that I was too late.

'Oh, David, David!' she says (she'd never called me David before), puttin' her hands on my shoulders.
"'When ?' I says.
"''Bout midnight,' she says.
"'Did he suffer much ?' I says.
"'No,' she says, 'I don't think so; but he was out of his head most of the time after the fust day, an' I guess all the time the last twenty-four hours.' "'Do you think he'd 'a' knowed me ?' I says.

'Did he say anythin' ?' an' at that," said David, "she looked at me.

She wa'n't cryin' when I come in, though she had ben; but at that her face all broke up.