ABSTRACT
Now grandmother is dead. She had been sitting in her arm-chair, and telling a long, long capital tale; and she said the tale was told now, and she was tired, and she leaned her head back to sleep a while. One could hear her breathing as she slept; but it became quieter and more quiet, and her countenance was full of happiness and peace; it seemed as if a sunshine spread over her features; and she smiled again, and then the people said she was dead.
