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Dirk pulled his droopy mustache away from his lips as if he wanted to make sure that his smile would show; though it was not a pretty smile, on account of his tobacco-stained teeth. "'S your fun'ral, Bart. I'd say he's from Jackson's Hole, on a rough guess but I wouldn't presume to guess what he's here fur. Mebby he come across from Black Rim. I can find out, if you say so."
"They do say in the Settlements as how Joe Godding hain't kith nor kin in the world, savin' an' exceptin' the kid only," continued Johnson. McWha nodded indifferently. "Well," went on Johnson, "we can't do nawthin' but take her on to the camp now. Mebbe the Boss'll decide she's got to go back to the Settlement, along o' the fun'ral.
"What's he doin' around camp this hour?" inquired a harsh voice from beyond the window. "Guess I ain't a lightnin' calc'lator," observed Sunny, without withdrawing his gaze. "Nope," came the prompt retort from the invisible speaker; "guess it 'ud keep you busy trackin' a fun'ral." "Which don't need contradiction! I'm kind o' makin' holiday these times.
"Yes, but it died," said the girl after a little. "Oh, Grandpapa, her doll died!" exclaimed Phronsie in horror. "No, it didn't, Jane," corrected another girl, "the dog et it; you know he did." "Yes, I know," said Jane, between small sobs, "it died, and we couldn't have any fun'ral, 'cause the dog had et it." "Well, now, Phronsie," exclaimed Mr.
"Yes; we ain't hed so many out for years, so Susanna Rideout says, and she'd ought to know, for she ain't missed a fun'ral sence she was nine years old, and she's eighty-one, come Thanksgivin', ef she holds out that long. She says fun'rals is 'bout the only recreation she has, 'n' she doos git a heap o' satisfaction out of 'em, 'n' no mistake. She'll go early, afore any o' the comp'ny assembles.
Was there lots there? An' did Parson Drew say a heap o' fine things?" Mrs. Clayton dropped into a chair and pulled listlessly at the black strings of her bonnet. "'T was a beautiful fun'ral, Thaddeus a beautiful fun'ral. I I 'most wished it was mine." "Harriet!" She gave a shamed-faced laugh. "Well, I did then Jehiel and Hannah Jane would 'a' come, an' I could 'a' seen 'em."
I wuz right fond o' Sairey; but I declar' I 'd rather lost Sairey than to broke." "You would!" Mrs. Meriwether sat up and began to bristle. "Well, at least, you have the expense of her funeral; and I 'm glad of it," she asserted with severity. "Dat 's what I come over t' see you 'bout. I 'm gwine to give Sairey a fine fun'ral.
There's a sight in knowin' how to manage at a fun'ral; it takes faculty, same as anything else." "How does David bear up?" asked Miss Vilda. "Oh, he's calm. David was always calm and resigned, you know. He shed tears durin' the remarks, but I s'pose, mebbe, he was wishin' they was more appropriate. He's about the forlornest creeter now you ever see' in your life.
'Whose fun'ral ar-re ye goin' to at this hour? 'None but thim I makes mesilf, says he. 'What d'ye mean? says th' ol' man. 'I'm goin' over f'r to stand guard in th' thracks, says th' la-ad. Well, with that th' ol' man leaps up. 'Polisman, he says. 'Polisman, he says. 'Copper, he says. 'Twas on'y be Mrs.
They even attempted to break out the road, and Herrick harnessed his horse and started for home; but he had not gone ten rods before he was forced to turn back. "'T ain't no use," he grumbled. "I calc'late I'm booked here till the crack o' doom!" "An' ter-morrer's the fun'ral," groaned Jim. "An' I can't git nowhere <i>nowhere</i> ter tell 'em not ter come!"
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