I made the room a bit tidier and gathered more grass for bedding.

Uncle Eb felt better as the day grew warm.

I had a busy time of it that morning bathing his back in the spirits and rubbing until my small arms ached.

I have heard him tell often how vigorously I worked that day and how I would say: 'I'll take care o' you, Uncle Eb--won't I, Uncle Eb ?' as my little hands flew with redoubled energy on his bare skin.

That finished we lay down sleeping until the sun was low, when I made ready the supper that took the last of everything we had to eat.