The crazy old woman was too much occupied in bewailing the loss of her cloak (which the undertaker had taken off), to pay him any attention; so they threw a can of cold water over him; and when he came to, saw him safely out of the churchyard, locked the gate, and departed on their different ways.
'Well, Oliver,' said Sowerberry, as they walked home, 'how do you like it ?' 'Pretty well, thank you, sir' replied Oliver, with considerable hesitation.

'Not very much, sir.' 'Ah, you'll get used to it in time, Oliver,' said Sowerberry.

'Nothing when you _are_ used to it, my boy.' Oliver wondered, in his own mind, whether it had taken a very long time to get Mr.Sowerberry used to it.

But he thought it better not to ask the question; and walked back to the shop: thinking over all he had seen and heard..