That worked on my feelings so that I pretty near forgot to distribute the gloves to the mourners.

And Mr.Smith was worthy of it; he deserved it all.

He was a man all over, no difference how you looked at him; stoutish, maybe, and took a casket that was thick through, but he was all there, and I know when you lost him it worried you like anything.
"Now, it's none of my business, Mrs.Banger; but casting my eye over those graves to-day, it struck me that I might fix 'em up a little, so's they'd be more comfortable like.

I think McFadden wants a few sods over the feet, and Smith's headstone has worked a little out of plumb.

He's settled some, I s'pose.