Besides, none of us had ever been inside,--God forbid!--so we did not know what did happen next.
When I arose from my funeral I was indeed a ghost.

I felt unreal and lost and hateful.

I don't think we girls liked each other much after playing funeral.

Anyway, we never played any more on the same day; or if we did, we soon quarrelled.

Such was the hold which our hereditary terrors and hatreds had upon our childish minds that if we only mocked a Christian procession in our play, we suffered a mutual revulsion of feeling, as if we had led each other into sin.
We gathered oftener at our house than anywhere else.