For hours together he remained in a state of utter lethargy in his chair. Looked about him, you know, and made queer signs with his hands. Went and got him his harp, and put his hand up to it. He couldn't play no more than I can. Twanged at it anyhow, and grinned and gabbled to himself.
Any person can see that, without the doctor to help 'em.
It would be the best thing that could happen if it would please God to take him. There's no more to be said. I wish you good-morning, ma'am. An hour later there came some news which revived me. Expect me to breakfast to-morrow morning.