But he died and was laid out in that same suit, and I was so mortified at the funeral I couldn't think of nothin' else.

No, I'll go after them papers and the diary while they're fresh in my mind.
And besides, do you s'pose I'd let Sarah Ann Atwood rummage through my trunks?
I guess not!" Phoebe began to be sorry she had thought of sending for the diary, particularly as the chance of its containing valuable information was so remote.

Mrs.Beasley went into the house to dress for the ride.

The schoolmistress went with her as far as the sitting room.

The perturbed Bailey stalked off, muttering, to the blacksmith's.
In a little while he returned, leading Henry by the bridle.