But if they was going to be a funeral in our house, I'd feel kind o' important, too.

They didn't have em every day in our town, and we hadn't never had one of our own.
So Mis' Alexander, she led Elmira into the house, both a-crying, and Mis' Alexander trying to comfort her, and me a tagging along behind holding onto Elmira's skirts and sniffling into them.

And in a few minutes all them women Mis' Rogers has told come filing into that room, one at a time, looking sad.

Only Old Mis' Primrose, she was awful late getting there because she stopped to put on her bunnet she always wore to funerals with the black Paris lace on it her cousin Arminty White had sent her from Chicago.
When they found out Hank had come home with licker in him and done it himself, they was all excited, and they all crowds around and asts me how, except two as is holding onto Elmira's hands which sets moaning in a chair.

And they all asts me questions as to what I seen him do, which if they hadn't I wouldn't have told em the lies I did.