I wonder why." "Sometimes I don't think it is right to tell funny stories about ministers," said Felicity.

"It certainly isn't respectful." "A good story is a good story--no matter who it's about," said the Story Girl with ungrammatical relish.
There was as yet no one in the church when we reached it, so we took our accustomed ramble through the graveyard surrounding it.

The Story Girl had brought flowers for her mother's grave as usual, and while she arranged them on it the rest of us read for the hundredth time the epitaph on Great-Grandfather King's tombstone, which had been composed by Great-Grandmother King.

That epitaph was quite famous among the little family traditions that entwine every household with mingled mirth and sorrow, smiles and tears.

It had a perennial fascination for us and we read it over every Sunday.