all his reasons and arguments and how wonderful his memory was. We spoke of old doctor Biegler, who is ill, of Christmas, of my new gas fixture (which I lighted to show her) & so on. She told about little Henny- penny getting egg on his face and how they laughed at him and he got put his little hand up and covered it up. She got up to go once fearing to tire "dear Mother" Told about taking the car on the bridge as it began to rain and she didn't want to spoil her freshly- laundered white shirt-waist. About putting white wings on her hat to save her ostrich feathers &c. &c. &c. A dear chatty, bright little talk - and funny as always, when she spoke of people and things that had happened. About dusk - nearly half past five, I should think, I noticed her face was rather red and she glanced at the fire once or twice, and I was thinking I would get up and turn it out when she turned slowly around in her chair and began to fall backward toward Mother's sofa with the most pathetic little moan. I sprang to catch her - calling to Papa but only succeeded in breaking her fall so that she rested properly on the sofa and
all his reasons and arguments and how wonderful his memory was. We spoke of old doctor Biegler, who is ill, of Christmas, of my new gas fixture (which I lighted to show her) & so on. She told about little Henny- penny getting egg on his face and how they laughed at him and he got put his little hand up and covered it up. She got up to go once fearing to tire "dear Mother" Told about taking the car on the bridge as it began to rain and she didn't want to spoil her freshly- laundered white shirt-waist. About putting white wings on her hat to save her ostrich feathers &c. &c. &c. A dear chatty, bright little talk - and funny as always, when she spoke of people and things that had happened. About dusk - nearly half past five, I should think, I noticed her face was rather red and she glanced at the fire once or twice, and I was thinking I would get up and turn it out when she turned slowly around in her chair and began to fall backward toward Mother's sofa with the most pathetic little moan. I sprang to catch her - calling to Papa but only succeeded in breaking her fall so that she rested properly on the sofa and
all his reasons and arguments and how wonderful his memory was. We spoke of old doctor Biegler, who is ill, of Christmas, of my new gas fixture (which I lighted to show her) & so on. She told about little Henny- penny getting egg on his face and how they laughed at him and he got put his little hand up and covered it up. She got up to go once fearing to tire "dear Mother" Told about taking the car on the bridge as it began to rain and she didn't want to spoil her freshly- laundered white shirt-waist. About putting white wings on her hat to save her ostrich feathers &c. &c. &c. A dear chatty, bright little talk - and funny as always, when she spoke of people and things that had happened. About dusk - nearly half past five, I should think, I noticed her face was rather red and she glanced at the fire once or twice, and I was thinking I would get up and turn it out when she turned slowly around in her chair and began to fall backward toward Mother's sofa with the most pathetic little moan. I sprang to catch her - calling to Papa but only succeeded in breaking her fall so that she rested properly on the sofa and
