"I am surprised----" she began, and then the Senator politely but firmly interfered.
"Ladies," he said, "'_De mortuis nisi bonum_,' which is to say it isn't customary to slang corpses, especially, as you may say, in their presence.

I guess we can all be thankful, anyhow, that heathen nowadays have got a cooler earth to live on," and that for the moment was the end of it, but momma still gazed commiseratingly at the figures, with a suspicious tendency to look for her handkerchief.
"It's too terrible," she said.

"We can actually see their _features_." "Don't let them get on your nerves, Augusta," suggested poppa.
"I won't if I can help it.

But when you see their clothes and their hair and realise----" "It happened over eighteen hundred years ago, my dear, and most of them got away." "That didn't make it any better for those who are now before us," and momma used her handkerchief threateningly, though it was only in connection with her nose.
"Well now, Augusta, I hate to destroy an illusion like that, because they're not to be bought with money, but since you're determined to work yourself up over these unfortunates, I've got to expose them to you.
They're not the genuine remains you take them for.

They're mere worthless imitations." "Alexander," said momma suspiciously, "you never hesitate to tamper with the truth if you think it will make me any more comfortable.