On one
occasion, many years ago now, an old woman had
lain for a great while upon the point of death,
but to the surprise of all, the hour of her
dissolution was still delayed. At length a
consultation took place amongst the relatives and
various sympathetic neighbors. "Well,"
said one, "she edn't gone yet, nor edn't
like to, by what I can see."
"Poor,
dear saul," said another, "she wisht
and slow, sure enough."
"I tell
'ee, soas," chimed in the older woman,
"tes my belief she wean't never pass as she
is, for her body's lying athurt the
planshun."
"Why, ais,
that's so," exclaimed the daughter of the
house, "I never thoft upon it before. Come
awver steers and just help me move here round a
minute, will 'ee?"
By dint of much
starining effort the party at length succeeded in
shifting the cumbrous old-fashioned bedstead in
the tiny room. Some hours later the doctor called
to see his patient.
"She's
gone, doctor," cried the daughter as she met
him on the threshold, "we just shifted her
bed round, and she went off like a lamb!"
