"
He helped her across the rivulet, though it was not more than a foot
wide at this place, and a little further on, helped her across again
when there was no necessity for it. "It didn't seem to have any
influence on the old man, did it?" he remarked.
"The girl goin' to the theatre? Oh, no; it takes more than that to kill
a man. Cousin Jim says when he went down to Memphis while the yeller
fever was there, he saw the theatre house. He went inside, and the seats
were red and soft--softer than the seats in a church, but there wasn't
anybody there for all the people that went there were dead with the
fever. But I have often wondered if there was so much music and so many
flowers how it could be so bad. They say that the angels have harps and
that in heaven there is music, but I haven't heard that there is any
music at the other place. Oh, did you see that bird almost light on me?"
"Thought you were a flower," Tom replied, helping her across the rivulet
again.
"Oh, it didn't. What makes you wanter talk that way for? Look, here is
where I used to make my play-house, and here are pieces of the broken
dishes yet, and that broken bottle was my bureau.
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