Mary-'Gusta noticed that she was not, as usual, garbed in gingham, but was arrayed in her best go-to-meeting gown.
"I'm a-comin'," said the child.
"Comin', yes.

But where on earth have you been?
I've been hunting all over creation for you.

I didn't suppose you'd be out here, on this day of all others, with--with that critter," indicating David, who appeared, blinking sleepily.
"I must say I shouldn't think you'd be fussin' along with a cat today," declared Mrs.Hobbs.
"Yes'm," said Mary-'Gusta.

David yawned, apparently expressing a bored contempt for housekeepers in general.
"Come right along into the house," continued Mrs.Hobbs.

"It's high time you was gettin' ready for the funeral." "Ready?
How ?" queried Mary-'Gusta.
"Why, changin' your clothes, of course." "Do folks dress up for funerals ?" "Course they do.