Now, while the deep, sonorous voice of Ketchup occupied the attention of all, she crept in and stood at the foot of Mrs.Anderson's bed.

The mother, recovering from her twentieth dying spell, saw her.
"Take her away! She has killed me! She wants me to die! _I_ know! Take her away!" And Julia went to her own room and shut herself up in darkness and in wretchedness, but in all that miserable night there came to her not one regret that she had reached her hand to the departing August.
The neighbor-women came in and pretended to do something for the invalid, but really they sat by the kitchen-stove and pumped Cynthy Ann and the doctor, and managed in some way to connect Julia with her mother's illness, and shook their heads.

So that when Julia crept down-stairs at midnight, in hope of being useful, she found herself looked at inquisitively, and felt herself to be such an object of attention that she was glad to take the advice of Cynthy Ann and find refuge in her own room.

On the stairs she met Jonas, who said as she passed: "Don't fret yourself, little turtle-dove.

Don't pay no 'tention to ole Ketchup.