And died all alone, too.

Course I don't mean he was alone all the time he was sick.

Most of that time he was out of his head and folks could stay with him, but he came to himself occasional and when he did he'd fire 'em out because feedin' 'em cost money.

He wa'n't what you'd call generous, Laban wa'n't." "Where did he die ?" asked Thankful, who was looking out of the window.
"Upstairs in the little back bedroom.

Smallest room in the house 'tis, and folks used to say he slept there 'cause he could heat it by his cussin' instead of a stove.