This afternoon we took a run down to Notre Dame Cathedral.
That's a very fine building, sir." "You saw the Morgue, of course, when you were in that direction," remarked Mr.Malt.
"Why no," poppa confessed, "we haven't taken much of liking for live Frenchmen, up to the present, and I don't suppose dead ones would be any more attractive." "Oh, there's nothing unpleasant," said Mrs.Malt, "nothing that you can _notice_." "Nothing at all," said Mr.Malt.

"They refrigerate them, you know.

We send our beef to England by the same process----" "There are people," the Senator interrupted, "who never can see anything amusing in a corpse." "They don't let you in as a matter of course," Mr.Malt went on.

"You have to pretend that you're looking for a relation." "We had to mention Uncle Sammy," said Mrs.Malt.
"An uncle of Mis' Malt's who went to California in '49 and was never heard of afterward," Mr.Malt explained.

"First use he's ever been to his family.