She folded the quilt neatly about Grampa’s legs and around his shoulders. She brought the corner of the quilt over his head like a cowl and pulled it down over his face. Sairy handed her half-a-dozen big safety pins, and she pinned the quilt neatly and tightly about the long package. And at last she stood up. “It won’t be a bad burying,’’ she said. “We got a preacher to see him in, an’ his folks is all aroun’.’’ Suddenly she swayed a little, and Sairy went to her and steadied her. “It’s sleep—’’ Ma said in a shamed tone. “No, I’m awright. We been so busy gettin’ ready, you see.’’
