Before the last prayer the pastor paused and looked around . `` Is there yet one , '' he asked gently , `` who wishes to be especially remembered in our concluding prayer ? '' For a moment nobody moved . Then Mollie Bell stood up in the choir seat , and , down by the stove , Eben , his flushed , boyish face held high , rose sturdily to his feet in the midst of his companions . `` Thank God , '' whispered Mary Bell . `` Amen , '' said her husband huskily . `` Let us pray , '' said Mr. Bentley . XIV . ONLY A COMMON FELLOW On my dearie 's wedding morning I wakened early and went to her room . Long and long ago she had made me promise that I would be the one to wake her on the morning of her wedding day . `` You were the first to take me in your arms when I came into the world , Aunt Rachel , '' she had said , `` and I want you to be the first to greet me on that wonderful day . '' But that was long ago , and now my heart foreboded that there would be no need of wakening her . And there was not . She was lying there awake , very quiet , with her hand under her cheek , and her big blue eyes fixed on the window , through which a pale , dull light was creeping in -- a joyless light it was , and enough to make a body shiver . I felt more like weeping than rejoicing , and my heart took to aching when I saw her there so white and patient , more like a girl who was waiting for a winding-sheet than for a bridal veil . But she smiled brave-like , when I sat down on her bed and took her hand . `` You look as if you have n't slept all night , dearie , '' I said . `` I did n't -- not a great deal , '' she answered me . `` But the night did n't seem long ; no , it seemed too short . I was thinking of a great many things .
What time is it , Aunt XXXXX ? ''
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