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Hudgers," said Amarilly, gazing longingly at the doughnuts, which were classed as luxuries in the Jenkins's menu. "I dassent eat 'em, Amarilly. If I et jest one, I'd hev dyspepsy orful, and folks hez brung in enough stuff to kill me now. It does beat all the way they bring vittles to a house of mournin'! I only wish Hallie could hev some of 'em."
All these comments were sweet music in Amarilly's ear. Only one person had regrets. Mrs. Hudgers was visibly disappointed. "I thought they'd hev candles a-burnin'," she confided to Mrs. Huce. "Don't you know no better than that?" scoffed Mrs. Huce with a superior air. "Them things is only used by Irish folks."
"I thought they could eat more natural," whispered the considerate little Amarilly to Colette, "if there weren't no strangers with them." Colette, John, and Derry were also honored with a separate table. Mrs. Hudgers and Amarilly "dished up and poured" in the woodshed, while the boys acted as waiters, having been thoroughly trained by Amarilly for the occasion.
John listened with varying emotions, struggling heroically to maintain his gravity as he heard of the realization of the long-cherished, long-deferred dream of Mrs. Hudgers. "And we took in thirty-seven cents," she said in breathless excitement, as she handed him the contents of the pie tin.
After the remains had been viewed for the last time, the surplice was removed. In the evening Amarilly called for it. "He did look handsome in it," commented Mrs. Hudgers with a satisfied, reminiscent smile. "I wish I might of hed his likeness took. I'm agoin' to make you take hum this pan of fried cakes Mrs. Holdock fetched in. They'll help fill up the chillern." "I don't want to rob you, Mrs.
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