none of us long to wait for Death. Patience, patience! he'll be here soon enough for us all."
"Hold your tongue, you doting idiot!" said the matron, sternly. "You, Martha, tell me; has she been in this way before?"
"Often," answered the first woman.
"But will never be again," added the second one; "that is, she'll never wake again but once—and mind, mistress, that won't be for long."
"Long or short," said the matron, snappishly, "she won't find me here when she does, and take care, both of you, how you worry me again for nothing. It's no part of my duty to see all the old women in the house die, and I won't—that's more. Mind that, you impudent old harridans. If you make a fool of me again, I'll soon cure you, I warrant you!"
She was bouncing away, when a cry from the two women, who had turned towards the bed, caused her to look round. The sick woman had raised herself upright, and was stretching her arms towards them.
"Who's that?" she cried, in a hollow voice.
