Them as want to call her kind 'Princess,' and encourage her in being more stuck up 'an she was born to be, can, but to my mind a Princess is a person who thinks of some one besides herself once in a while." "I don't find the Pryors easy to become acquainted with," said mother.
"I have never met the woman; I know the man very slightly; he has been here on business once or twice, but the girl seems as if she would be nice, if one knew her." "Well, I wouldn't have s'posed she was your kind," said Mrs.Freshett.
"If she is, I won't open my head against her any more.

Anyway, it was the grave-kivers I come about." "Just what is it, Mrs.Freshett ?" asked mother.
"It's two men sellin' a patent iron kiver for to protect the graves of your dead from the sun an' the rain." "Who wants the graves of their dead protected from the sun and the rain ?" demanded my mother sharply.
"I said to Josiah, 'I don't know how she'll feel about it, but I can't do more than ask.'" "Do they carry a sample?
What is it like ?" "Jest the len'th an' width of a grave.

They got from baby to six-footer sizes.

They are cast iron like the bottom of a cook stove on the under side, but atop they are polished so they shine somethin' beautiful.

You can get them in a solid piece, or with a hole in the centre about the size of a milk crock to set flowers through.