ELIZA: My aunt died of influenza, so they said. But it's
my belief they done the old woman in. Why should she die of influenza when she
come through diphtheria right enough the year before? Fairly blue with it she
was. They all thought she was dead. But my father, he kept ladling gin down her
throat. Then she come to so sudden that she bit the bowl off the spoon. Now,
what would you call a woman with that strength in her have to die of influenza,
and what become of her new straw hat that should have come to me? Somebody
pinched it, and what I say is, them that pinched it, done her in. Them she
lived with would have killed her for a hatpin, let alone a hat.
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