"What do you mean by calling this case a coffin ?" "Well, it do hold one of them camphorated corps, sir," said Mrs.Bolton with another curtsey.

"My boy Sid told me as much, afore he went to them furren parts." "Have you seen him since he returned ?" questioned Lucy, while Braddock and Cockatoo strained at the lid, now nearly off.
"Why, I ain't set eyes on him," moaned the widow dismally, "and summat tells me as I never will." "Don't talk rubbish, woman," said Archie tartly, for he did not wish Lucy to be upset again by this ancient ghoul.
"Woman indeed, sir.

I'd have you know,--oh!" the widow jumped and quavered as the lid of the packing case fell on the floor with a bang.
"Oh lor, sir, the start you did give me!" But Braddock had no eyes for her, and no ears for anyone.

He pulled lustily at the straw packing, and soon the floor was littered with rubbish.

But no green case appeared, and no mummy.