Louise had satisfied her curiosity concerning her new uncle, and Beth had never had any.

There was nothing more to say, and as Uncle John showed no intention of abandoning the arbored seat, it was evident they must go themselves.

Louise was about to rise when the man remarked: "Jane won't last long".
"You think not ?" she asked.
"She says she's half dead a'ready, and I believe it.

It's about time, you know.

She's let her temper and restless disposition wear her out.
Pretty soon she'll blow out, like a candle.