Three hours later there came a sudden change for the worse.
Meningitis set in, and it was immediately apparent that she was death-struck.

That was Saturday, the 15th of August.
"That evening she took food for the last time," (Jean's letter to me).
The next morning the brain-fever was raging.

She walked the floor a little in her pain and delirium, then succumbed to weakness and returned to her bed.

Previously she had found hanging in a closet a gown which she had seen her mother wear.

She thought it was her mother, dead, and she kissed it, and cried.