Father won't join the trust, either, and lots of times the undertaker from Alford has got our jobs." "Business!" cried Sylvia, in horror.
"I can't help it if you do look at it that way," Flora replied, and now she was almost defiant.

"Our business is to get our living out of folks' dying.

There's no use mincing matters.

It's our business, just as working in a shoe-shop is your husband's business.

Folks have to have shoes and walk when they're alive, and be laid out nice and buried when they're dead.