When it was finished, the carpet rolled up, and the last piece of linen placed in the old trunk, Keziah turned to her guest.
"Now, Gracie," she said, "I feel as though I ought to go to the parsonage.

I can't do much more'n look at the cobwebs to-night, but to-morrow those spiders had better put on their ascension robes.

The end of the world's comin' for them, even though it missed fire for the Millerites when they had their doin's a few years ago.

You can stay here and wait, if 'twon't be too lonesome.

We'll have supper when I get back." Grace looked tempted.
"I've a good mind to go with you," she said.