"I had one of my heart-spells, that's all," said Sabrina gently. "There, don't you go to lookin' like that." "What made you, Sabrina? What made you?" Sabrina hesitated. "Well," she said, at length, "I guess I got kinder startled. Deacon Tolman run in an' told what kind of doin's there was goin' to be to-morrow. He was full of it, an' he blurted it all out to once." "About Senator Gilman coming?" "Yes." "And their trimming up the hall for him to speak in, and his writing on it was his boyhood's home and he shouldn't die happy unless he'd come back and seen it once more?" "Yes. That's about it." "Well," said Clelia, in slow wonder, "I don't see what there was about that to give anybody a heart-spell." Sabrina looked at her for a moment in sharp questioning, followed by relief. "No," she said softly, "no. But I guess I got kinder startled." "I'm going to stay with you," said Clelia tenderly. "I'll stay all night." "There's a good girl. Now there's somebody round, I guess maybe I could drop off to sleep." At first Clelia was not much alarmed; for though Sabrina was known to have heart-spells, she always came out of them and went on her way with the same gentle impregnability. But in the middle of the night, she suddenly woke Clelia sleeping on the lounge beside her, by saying in a clear tone:-- "Wouldn't it be strange, Clelia?" "Wouldn't what be strange?" asked the girl, instantly alert. "Wouldn't it be strange if anybody put off their sorrow all their lives long, an' then died before they got a chance to give way to it?" "Sabrina, you thinking about those things?" "Never mind," answered Sabrina soothingly. "I guess I waked up kinder quick." But again, after she had had a sinking spell, and Clelia had given her some warming drops, she said half-shyly, "Clelia, maybe you'll think I'm a terrible fool; but if I should pass away, there's somethin' I should like to have you do." Clelia knelt beside her, and put her wet cheek down on the little roughened hand. "There was that city boarder I took care of, the summer she gi'n out down here," went on Sabrina dreamily. "I liked her an' I liked her clo'es. They were real pretty. She see I liked 'em, an' what should she do when she went back home, but send me a blue silk wrapper all lace and ribbins, just like hers, only nicer. It's in that chist. I never've wore it. But if I should be taken away--I 'most think I'd like to have it put on me." The cool summer dawn was flowing in at the window. The solemnity of the hour moved Clelia like the strangeness of the time. It hushed her to composure. "I will," she promised. "If you should go before me, I'll do everything you want. Now you get some sleep." But after Sabrina had shut her eyes and seemed to be drowsing off, she opened them to say, this time with an imperative strength:-- "But don't you let it spile their good time." "Whose, Sabrina?"