and nearest friend, to love and pity me,
And to believe that I was sick,
She spoke to me, and looked at me most all the time,
And could not go from me.

Poor little heart, she used to jump down to the door to go out,
She would look around, and call to me to go with her,
She found I could not go, she would come in again,
She loved her dear friendy so well she could not go out
and leave me.

O my dear beloved little heart, she was my own heart within me,
When she was well and I was sick, and made out to sit in my
chair,
She knew I was sick, because I didn't say but a very little
to her.

She would stand close to me all the time,
And speak to me, I could not take her eyes off my face,
And look as grieved as it her heart must break,
She was so worried for me,
And if I was forced to lay down,
Then she was more worried than ever.

When Poor little heart happened to be out the room,
And I was forced to lay down,
She would come and peek at me, and take on,
As if her heart must break,
And come straight to me and lament my cause,
And would not go from me,
Her feelings was so deeply rooted in her heart for me.

They was brought from Chilmark to New Town,
And remained there one year
For me to get able to take care of them.
And then they was brought to me.

Poor little Ada Queetie,
She used to do everything I told her,
Let it be what it would,
And knew every word I said to her.

If she was as far off as across the room,
And I made signs to her with my fingers,
She knew what it was,
And would spring quick and do it.

If she was far off and I only spoke her name,
She would be sure to run to me quick,
Without wanting anything to eat.

She would do 54 wonderful cunning things,
Poor Sissy would do 39,
They would do part of them without telling,
And do all the rest of them with telling.

I use to dream distressing dreams,
About what was coming to pass,
And awoke making a dreadful noise,
And Poor little Ada Queetie was making a mournful noise,
She was so worried for me,
Then I would speak to her and say: little dear,
Nothing ails you friendy.
Then she would stop and speak a few pretty words to me.
She use to shake my cape, with all her strength and might,
Every time I told her,