"It's a pity you couldn't 'a' seen 'er in 'er coffin; for it was a beautiful coffin.

Briggs said it was as fine a one as 'e'd seen.

Well, well! She's gone, pore soul.
And now you young ladies must try some of my rhubarb wine." She rose briskly, and went to a cupboard.

"We drank some of it at the funeral," she said.

"And everyone liked it--even Briggs.