The man went with me, and he was a young doctor who had an office a few blocks away, and he knew what to do.

He hadn't much himself, but for several weeks he divided and she was more comfortable and not hungry when she went.

When it was over I dressed her the best I could in my graduation dress, and folded her hands, and kissed her good-bye, and told him I was ready to fulfill my offer; and oh Man!----He said he had forgotten!" "God!" panted the Harvester.
"We couldn't bury her there.

But I remembered my father had said he had a brother in the country, and once he had been to see us when I was very little, and the doctor telegraphed him, and he answered that his wife was sick, and if I was able to work I could come, and he would bury her, and give me a home.

The doctor borrowed the money and bought the coffin you found her in.