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but he wouldn't stop. I was pretty
sure he heard me, too, and just as I
got to him, and seized hold of his coat,
he walked right off down the hole, and
almost pulled me down after him. Oh,
how frightened I was! and how I
screamed. I felt bad, too, for you know
I hadn't anybody but grandfather.”

“And was he dead when they took
him up ?”

“No, mom, but he died that night,
and he never spoke, only once he said,
‘Maggy, you hussy you!’ Then, after
grandfather died, some ladies came and
said I must go to the ’sylum, and they
took me there, and the ladies has been