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Why, I don't think she mindedone way or other. She didn't pay much attention. I said, "How do, Mrs. Wright, it's cold, ain't it?" And she said, "Is it?"and went on kind of pleating at her apron. Well, I was surprised; she didn't ask me to come up to the stove, or to set down, but just sat there, not even looking at me, so I said, "I want to see John." And then shelaughed. I guess you would call it a laugh. I thought of Harry and the team outside, so I said a little sharp: "Can't I see John?" "No," she says, kind o' dull like. "Ain't he home?" says I. "Yes," says she, "he's home." "Then why can't I see him?" I asked her, out of patience. "'Cause he's dead," says she. "Dead?" says I. She just nodded her head, not getting a bit excited, but rockin' back and forth. "Whywhere is he?" says I, not knowing what to say. She just pointed upstairslike that [himself pointing to the room above]. I got up, with the idea of going up there. I walked from there to herethen I says, "Why, what did he die of?" "He died of a rope round his neck," says she, and just went on pleatin' at her apron. Well, I went out and called Harry. I thought I mightneed help. We went upstairs and there he was lyin' County Attorney. I think I'd rather have you go into that upstairs, where you can point it all out. Just go on now with the rest of the story.
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