But the place was as silent as its graves; and I followed the sexton to the shadow of a buttress.

Here he went into a deep gray corner, lichened and mossed by a drip from the roof; and being, both in his clothes and self, pretty much of that same color, he was not very easy to discern from stone when the light of day was declining.
"This is where I catches all the boys," he whispered; "and this is where I caught him, one evening when I were tired, and gone to nurse my knees a bit.

Let me see--why, let me see! Don't you speak till I do, miss.
Were it the last but one I dug?
Or could un 'a been the last but two?
Never mind; I can't call to mind quite justly.

We puts down about one a month in this parish, without any distemper or haxident.

Well, it must 'a been the one afore last--to be sure, no call to scratch my head about un.