“You are goin’ into the foreroom, Hannah Morse, an’ that’s all there is about it. That bed hasn’t been used since the year your brother Benjamin was at home, an’ I’ve always said that if anything happened to you, an’ I had charge of affairs, you should get some comfort out of the feathers you earned pickin’ berries. We’ll take her into the foreroom, boy, for it’s the most cheerful, an’ she deserves the best that’s goin’.”