“Mrs. Roosevelt seemed calm in her characteristic, graceful dignity. She stepped forward and placed her arm gently about my shoulder. ‘Harry,’ she said quietly, ‘the President is dead.’ For a moment, I could not bring myself to speak. The last news we had had from Warm Springs was that Mr. Roosevelt was recuperating nicely. In fact, he was apparently doing so well that no member of his immediate family, and not even his personal physician, was with him. All this flashed through my mind before I found my voice. ‘Is there anything I can do for you?’ I asked at last. I shall never forget her deeply understanding reply. ‘Is there anything we can do for you?’ she asked. ‘For you are the one in trouble now.’”