I think I went to sleep upon my feet.

I dreamed," she added, pointing to the brass, "that I was that lady and--oh! all sorts of things.

Well, she had her day no doubt, and I mean to have mine before I am as dead and forgotten as she is.
Only I would like to be buried here.

I'll be cremated and have my ashes put under that stone; they won't hurt her." "Don't talk like that," he said with a little shiver, for her words jarred upon him.
"Why not?
It is as well to face things.

Look at all these monuments about us, and inscriptions, a lot of them to young people, though now it doesn't matter if they were old or young.