Passage free and a hundred dollars for funeral expenses.

Nice wet graves down there--keep off the fire;" and she gave a low chuckle.
"Oh yes; all settled.

When does the next steamer sail ?" and Pinky almost screamed with merriment.

She had been drinking.
"H-u-s-h! h-u-s-h! None of that here, Pinky.

The people down stairs are good Methodists, and think me a saint." "You a saint?
Oh dear!" and she shook with repressed enjoyment.
After this the two women grew serious, and put their heads together for business.
"Who is this woman, Fan?
What's her name, and where does she live ?" asked Pinky Swett.
"That's my secret, Pinky," replied Mrs.Bray, "and I can't let it go; it wouldn't be safe.