t away in the trunk, while she watched me.
And once she said, 'Don't have any wrinkles in 'em. Harvey was always
mighty particular about his clothes.'

"Next to layin' the body in the ground, child, this foldin' up dead
folks' clothes and puttin' 'em away is one o' the hardest things
people ever has to do. It's jest like when you've finished a book and
shut it up and put it away on the shelf. I knew jest how Mary felt,
when she said she couldn't rest till everything was put away. The life
she'd lived with Harvey was over, and she was closin' up the book and
puttin' it out of sight forever. Pore child! Pore child!

"Well, when I got all o' Harvey's clothes put away, I washed out the
empty drawers, lined 'em with clean paper and laid some o' little
Harvey's clothes in 'em, and that seemed to please Mary. The father
was gone, but there was his son to take his place. Then I shut it up
tight, and Mary raised herself up out o' bed and says she, 'Take hold,
Jane, I'm goin' to take this to the attic right now.' And take it we
did, though the trunk was heavy and the stairs so steep and narrer we
had to stop and rest on every step. We pushed the trunk way back
under the eaves, and it may be standin' there yet for all I know.

"When we got down-stairs, Mary drew a long breath like she'd got a big
load off her mind, and says she, 'There's one more thing I want you to
help me about, and then you can go home, Jane, and I'll go to bed and
rest.' She took a key out of her pocket, and says she, 'Jane, this is
the key to the little cabin out in the back yard. Harvey used to keep
something in there, but what it was I never knew. As long as we lived
together, I never saw inside of that cabin, but I'm goin' to see it
now.'

"The children started to foller us when we went out on the back porch,
but Mary give 'em some playthings and told 'em to stay around in the
front yard till we come back. Then we went over to the far corner of
the back yard where the cabin was, under a big old sycamore tree. I
ricollect how the key creaked when Mary turned it, and how hard the
door was to open.

"Mary started to go in first, and then she fell back, and says she, in
a whisper, 'You go in first, Jane; I'm afraid.' So I went in first and
Mary follered. For a minute we couldn't see a thing. There was two
windows to the cabin, but they'd been boarded up from the outside,
and there was jest one big crack at the top of one of the windows that
let in a long