For God's sake keep out of his way, miss." The sexton stood in a musing and yet a stern and defiant attitude, with the right elbow clasped in the left-hand palm, the right hand resting half-clinched upon the forehead, and the shoulders thrown back, as if ready for a blow.
"What a very odd way to stand!" I said.
"Yes, miss.

And what he said was odder.

'Six, and the mother!' I heared un say; 'no cure for it, till I have all seven.' But stop, miss.

Not a breath to any one! Here comes the poor father and mother to speak the blessing across their daughter's grave--and the grave not two foot down yet!".