There ain't no one but me to grieve for him, and they don't send no bodies home, not from Rio, nor nowheres along that coast.
Maybe, too, it ain't the time to say it to her.

I was up there last week to see the baby, and she looked thinner and paler than I ever see her.

I didn't know what to do, so I says to myself, 'There's Doctor John, he's at her house reg'lar and knows the ins and outs of her, and I'll go and tell him 'bout it and ask his advice.' I'd rather cut my hand off than hurt her, for if there's an angel on earth she's one.

She shakes so when I mention Bart's name and gits so flustered, that's why I dar'n't tell her.

Now he's dead there won't be nobody to do right by Archie.