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"There," said Leffie, as Rondeau laid over the spot a piece of fresh green turf, "nobody’ll ever have any idee whose grave this is." Rondeau rolled up his eyes, and assuming a most doleful expression, said, "Couldn’t you manage to bust a tear or two, just to make it seem like a real buryin’?"
Macavoy said, stretching himself out in the doorway, his legs in the sun, head in the shade. "You've been taking a walk in the country, then?" Pierre asked, though he knew. "To Fort Ste. Anne: a buryin', two christ'nin's, an' a weddin'; an' lashin's av grog an' swill-aw that, me button o' the North!" "La la! What a fool you are, my simple king! You've got the things end foremost.
Gout killed 'en. I went to his buryin'; such a stretch of experience does a young man get by time he reaches my age. God bless your heart alive, I can mind when they were hung for forgery!" "Who were hung?" "People," he answered vaguely; "and young Willie Pinsent." "This woman's son?" "Ay, her son her ewe-lamb of a child. 'Tis very seldom brought up agen her now, poor soul!
He thought it wuz a buryin' ground. But it didn't have anything to do with a corse. The Corso is one of the finest streets in Rome, and handsome shops are on each side on't, and carriages and folks in fine array and them not so fine are seen there. Most all of the big crowd wuz dressed as they do in Jonesville and Paris and London, though occasionally we met Italians in picturesque costooms.
"Aunt Luceba," said Isabel suddenly, "was aunt Eliza hard to live with? Did you and aunt Mary Ellen have to toe the mark?" "Don't you say one word," answered her aunt hastily. "That's all past an' gone. There ain't no way of settlin' old scores but buryin' of 'em. She was older 'n we were, an' on'y a step-sister, arter all. We must think o' that.
So I step out of the ranks and sez to the sergeant, 'What ya doin'? And he sez, 'Waitin' but there's nobody home at all, at all. So I sez: 'Well, you and your side-car is commandeered for this funeral. We're buryin' a frawg and we need some more mourners.
"Law, Gov'nor!" groaned he, from midway on the staircase, "I don't believe as I'm ever goin' to be let get a square tuck-in this side of the buryin' ground!
"So!" she said, a highly imperfect row of lower teeth seeming to jut out, and her voice wavy with brogue and vibrant to express all its scorn. "So!" "Mrs. O'Connor " "So! Ye've come back in time for the buryin'! Faith, an' it's a foine toime for the showin'-up of the chief mourner! Faith now it is!" "Mrs. O'Connor " "Ain't ye ashamed? Ain't ye ashamed before the Lord to face your Maker?"
Burgoyne, havin' meditated so lately in the treachery of Arnold, one of our own men doin' a act that ort to keep us sort a humble-minded to this day. And then there wuz the killin' and buryin' of Frazier both impressive. He wuz a gallant officer and a brave man.
"Ye'll be back, Marcella. Very glad ye'll be tae come back, an' ye'll find me here, juist the same. Things change little. It takes millions of years to change everything save folk's spirits. I'll never change, till His hand straightens me oot some day for a buryin'. But ye'll be changed, Marcella, like Lashnagar things will have cropped out in ye, and things will have walked over ye."
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