They were all spent with the fatigue that comes from heaven to such misery as theirs, and they sat in a torpor in which each waited for the other to move, to speak.
Christine moved, and Mela spoke.

Christine rose and went out of the room without saying a word, and they heard her going up-stairs.

Then Mela said: "I reckon the rest of us better be goun' too, father.

Here, let's git mother started." She put her arm round her mother, to lift her from her chair, but the old man did not stir, and Mela called Mrs.Mandel from the next room.
Between them they raised her to her feet.
"Ain't there anybody agoin' to set up with it ?" she asked, in her hoarse pipe.

"It appears like folks hain't got any feelin's in New York.