The things we do!

" She shuffled ahead,
into a tall and wide room, which overlooked the lawn and the
approaching road.
Once alone, Josephine flung herself face downward upon the bed and
burst into a storm of tears, her fine courage for once outworn.
She wept until utterly spent. Sally, after leaving the room, had
returned unnoticed, and when at last Josephine turned about she saw
the old woman standing there. A hard hand gently edged under her
heaving shoulder. "Thah now, honey, doan' cry! God A'mighty,
girl, doan' cry dat-a-way. What is wrong, tell me." Sympathy even
of this sort was balm to a woman wholly unnerved. Josephine found
her head on the old negro woman's shoulder.
[Illustration: Her fine courage for once outworn.]
"Now you jus' lay right quiet, Ma'am," went on Sally. "I'se gwine
to git you a little something warm to drink and something to eat
right soon, and den I'se gwine put you-all to bed nice and clean,
and in de mawnin' you'll feel like you was anotheh lady, you
suttinly will, Ma'am.


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