Good-morning; drop in some time, and I'll show you that casket." As Toombs was going out he met Mr.Banger at the door.

When he was gone, Banger said, "My dear, who is that very odd-looking man ?" And Mrs.Banger hesitated a moment, turned very red, and answered, "That is--that man is--a--a--he is, I believe--a--a--a--a some kind of a--an undertaker." Then Banger looked gloomy and went up stairs to ponder.

But Mrs.
Banger felt that she had a duty to perform in taking care that the lot in the cemetery should not fall into such disorder as Mr.Toombs had indicated, and she resolved to call upon Mr.Mix, at his monumental marble-works, to get him to attend to the matter for her.

Mr.Mix did not know her, and his ignorance of her past history turned out to be unfortunate.

The following conversation occurred between them: _Mrs.Banger_.