"As the illness took its usual course I can remember reading to her often in bed and not feeling particularly alarmed about it. Then one morning, when she was well on the road to recovery, I was sitting on her bed showing her how to fashion little animals out of coloured pipe-cleaners, and when it came to her turn to make one herself, I noticed that her fingers and her mind were not working together and she couldn't do anything.
" 'Are you feeling all right?' I asked her.
" 'I feel all sleepy,' she said.
"In an hour, she was unconscious. In twelve hours she was dead."