About the only time she would show any life at all was when someone would go for the mail, when she'd always be at the gate a waitin' for us.
"Then one day, a letter come.

I brung it myself.

She give a little cry when I handed it to her, and run into the house, most like her old self.

I went on out to the barn to put up my horse, thinkin' maybe it was goin' to be alright after all; but pretty soon, I heard a scream and then a laugh.

'Fore God, sir, that laugh's a ringin' in my ears yet.