And then she can tell the most wonderful stories. Grandmother cannot smile like that now.
Grandmother is dead now.
It was as if lighted up with a ray of sunshine. She smiled once more, and then people said she was dead. We did not feel at all afraid to look at the corpse of her who had been such a dear, good grandmother. From the organ in the church sounded the music and the words of the beautiful psalms, which were written in the old book under the head of the dead one. The dead know more than we do who are living.