We don't know what minute we may be called.

I'm a forehanded kind of man, and while his wedding-suit was being made I just stepped into the tailor's and ran it over with a tape-measure, so's to get some idea of his size.

You'd hardly believe it, but I've got a black walnut casket at the shop that'll fit him as exact as if it had been built for him.

It was the luckiest thing.

An odd size, too, and wider than we generally make them.