She looked towards the clothes which she had worn during the day, on a chair.

"Put my clothes in the closet," said she, but her voice strained terribly on the last word.
Maria flew, and hung up her mother's clothes in the closet just before her father and the doctor entered the room.

As she did so, the tears came for the first time.

She had a ready imagination.

She thought to herself that her mother might never put on those clothes again.