I can't do anything but think.

Oh, what a dreadful day this has been! And I thought it was going to be such a happy one!" "Yes, yes, deary, I know." Grace raised her head.
"You know ?" she repeated, looking up into the housekeeper's face.
"I mean I know it's been a dreadful day," explained Keziah quickly.
"Yes, indeed it has," with a sigh.

"But there! our moanin' over it don't cheer it up any.

Will you lay down?
No?
Well, then, SET down, there's a good girl." Grace, protesting that she couldn't sit down, she couldn't leave uncle, and there were so many things to do, was at last persuaded by Keziah and the doctor to rest for a few moments in the big rocker.

Then Mrs.Coffin went into the kitchen to prepare the tea.