not have the last of her. As we had
received the same message nearly every other day during the last three
or four weeks, we did not feel extraordinarily alarmed, but composedly
took our baskets and scissors, and trudged along after Maria.

"I am sure I ought to be glad that I've succeeded in training my nieces
into such industrious habits," said Aunt Pen, after a little while,
looking at Mel; "but I should think that when a near relative approached
the point of death, the fact might throw needle and thread into the
background for a time." Then she paused for Maria to fan a little more
breath into her. "It's different with Helen," soon she said; "the white
silk shawl she is netting for me may be needed at any moment to lay me
out in."

"Dear me, Aunt Pen!" cried Mel; "what a picture you'd be, laid out in a
white net shawl!" For the doctor had told us to laugh at these whims all
we might.

"Oh, you heartless girl!" said Aunt Pen. "To think of pictures at such a
time!" And she closed her eyes as if weary of the world.

"I never saw anybody who liked to revel in the ghastly the way you do,
Aunt Pen."

"Mel!" said Aunt Pen, with quite a show of color in her cheek; "I shall
send you down stairs."

"Do," said Mel; "where I can cut out my gown in peace."

"Cutting a gown at the bedside of the dying! Are you cold-blooded, or
are you insensible?"

"Aunt Pen," said Mel, leaning on the point of her scissors, "you know
very well that I have to make my own dresses or go without them. And you
have kept me running your idle errands, up and down two flights of
stairs, to the doctor's and the druggist's, and goodness knows where
and all, till I haven't a thread of any thing that is fit to be seen.
You've been posturing this grand finale of yours, too, all the last
three weeks, and it's time you had it perfect now; and you must let me
alone till I get my gown done."

"It will do to wear at my funeral," said Aunt Pen bitterly, as she
concluded.

"No, it won't," said Mel, doggedly; "it's red."

"Red!" cried Aunt Pen, suddenly opening her eyes, and half raising on
one hand. "What in wonder have you bought a red dress for? You are quite
aware that I can't bear the least intimation of the color. My nerves are
in such a state that a shred of red makes me--"

"You won't see it, you know," said Mel in what did seem to me an
unfeeling manner.

"No," said Aunt Pen. "Very true. I sha'n't see it. But what," added she
presently sna