rheumatic fever, which soon developed into typhoid.
The weather was “direful: bitter cold and furious wind.”
Our mother went at once to South Boston
, where “arriving, found my dear child seriously but not dangerously ill. Her joy at my coming was very pathetic.”
On the 28th she writes:--
“I cannot be sure whether it was on this day that she said to me: ‘Mamma, don't you remember the dream you had when Flossy and I were little children, and you were in Europe
You dreamed that you saw us in a boat and that the tide was carrying us away from you. Now the dream has come true, and the tide is bearing me away from you.’
“This saying was very sad to me; but my mind was possessed with the determination that death was not to be thought of.”
For a time conditions seemed to improve, and she hastened to New York, where her presence was imperative; but a telegram summoned her back: Julia
was not so well, and “a pain as of death” fell on the anxious mother.
“Saw by Katie's face when she opened the door that things were worse.
I flew up the stairs and found my darling little changed, except that her breathing seemed rather worse.
She was so glad to see me! . .. About this time I noticed a change come over her sweet face.... I felt, but would not believe, that it was the beginning of the end. Julia
was presently very happy, with Michael
on one side of her and myself on the other.
Each of us held a hand.
She said: ‘I am ’”