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Each child joined its parents and passed through the church porch between its father and mother. Wolfgang walked like that, too, as he had done before. He saw Kullrich in front of him with his father only; both of them still wore the broad mourning-band. Then he left his father and mother and hurried after Kullrich.
By and by came in a woman, who asked if I were going to the funeral; and then proceeded to put a mourning-band on my hat, a black-silk band, covering the whole hat, and streaming nearly a yard behind. After waiting the better part of an hour, nobody else appeared, although several shipmasters had promised to attend.
By and by came in a woman, who asked if I were going to the funeral; and then proceeded to put a mourning-band on my hat, a black-silk band, covering the whole hat, and streaming nearly a yard behind. After waiting the better part of an hour, nobody else appeared, although several shipmasters had promised to attend.
Father Noah, with the long ends of his dirty grey beard raggedly bannering in the dust-wind, was still waiting for the bearers of the hastily improvised stretcher of sticks and green reims, as Saxham, having obtained a strip of black cloth with a needle and thread from the Matron, pulled off his jacket and sat down upon the end of the cot-bed in his little room, and neatly tacked a mourning-band upon the upper part of the left sleeve.
He had been at her father's funeral, and was still in his Sunday suit, standing sheepishly within the door and stroking the mourning-band round his hat, as he gazed at her with a shamefaced expression, altogether unlike the bluntness of his usual manner. "Is there anything the matter, Mr. Nixey?" asked Phebe. "Have you time to take a seat?" "Oh, ay!
Fawn-colored trousers strapped over narrow patent-leather boots, and a tall white hat, whose broad mourning-band was a perpetual memory of his mother, who had died in his boyhood, completed his festal transformation. Yet his erect carriage, high aquiline nose, and long gray drooping moustache lent a distinguishing grace to this survival of a bygone fashion, and over-rode any irreverent comment.
But, looking at the frock-coat, she perceived mourning-band upon the sleeve. Another encircled his glittering tall hat. "Not oh, Bob! not your mother?" she gasped. He shook his head, and asked a question about her luggage. "Aunt Rose your uncle ?" "Oh, Aunt Deb don't! She is my aunt, I know, but he " Bob spread deprecating hands. "They are both well, I believe.
He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. "I want," he said, with a white hand outstretched, "to take you out to tea." "I've been clearing up," said Ann Veronica, brightly.
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