he's shot hisself because folks said 

 but he and I we Ain't you corn- 

 in' ? The old Man '11 be startin' back 

 soon." She glanced at the long line 

 of market wagons beyond the square. 



"Comin'l" 



"Very well." 



I had much to do to keep pace 

 with her. Once having gotten me, 

 her moral force, started, she trav- 

 elled swiftly out of the park, down 

 Main Street, turned at the third 

 block and halted abruptly in front 

 of "there," which proved to be an 

 1 ' Undertaking Parlour. ' ' 



"I dare n't see him." It was a 

 plea for reinforcement. 



"Come!" 



Once inside, she spoke to a man 

 who appeared from the rear in his 

 shirtsleeves. 



" I we want to see him. 11 



This speech appeared sufficiently 

 normal to the gentleman of the 

 undertaking. 



"Come right back here," he said 

 in a cheerful business-like tone" the 

 coffin is most done, we're just engrav- 

 ing the plate. He spelt his name 

 with two 1's, I presume?" 



