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I 'm gone all day , ' he added , an ' went off like he 'd forgot me . `` I thought about the little thing all that mornin ' -- layin ' all alone up there in that room that wa 'n' t no bigger 'n a coal-bin . It 's bad enough to be sick anywheres , but it 's like havin ' both legs in a trap to be sick in New York . Towards noon I went into one o ' the flats -- first floor front it was -- with the kindlin ' barrel , an ' I give the woman to understand they was somebody sick in the house . She was a great big creatur ' that I 'd never see excep ' in red calico , an ' I always thought she looked some like a tomato ketchup bottle , with her apron for the label . She says , when I told her , ` You see if she wants anything , ' she says . ` I ca n't climb all them stairs , ' she answers me .