He was given a place on the hill, beside the Chadwicks, whose name he had borne unsullied, and to whose honor he had been proudly loyal.
"That was a gran' funeral occasion, sis' Sheba," exclaimed Aunt Susan, as she took off the rusty crape veil that had served at the funerals of two generations.

"I reckon every cul'ud person around heah was present.
Three ministahs a helpin', an' fo'teen white families sendin' flowahs with their cards on isn't to be seen every day in the yeah.

I wouldn't have missed it for anything." "No, indeed," answered Mammy, with a mournful shake of the head.

"Dyin' would be somethin' to look forwa'ds to if we could all hope for such a buryin' as that.

But I'm beat about John Jay.