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He meditated for a time. "I've seen a mort of undertakers," he
declared; "a mort of undertakers."
The Larkins girls attracted his attention.
"
Let's lodgin's and chars," he commented. "Leastways she goes out to
cook dinners. And look at 'em!
"
Dressed up to the nines. If it ain't borryd clothes, that is. And
they goes out to work at a factory!"
"
Did you know my father much, Uncle Pentstemon?" asked Mr. Polly.
Couldn't stand Lizzie throwin' herself away like that," said Uncle
"
Pentstemon, and repeated his hiccup on a larger scale.
"That weren't good sherry," said Uncle Pentstemon with the first
note of pathos Mr. Polly had detected in his quavering voice.
The funeral in the rather cold wind had proved wonderfully appetising,
and every eye brightened at the sight of the cold collation that was
now spread in the front room. Mrs. Johnson was very brisk, and Mr.
Polly, when he re-entered the house found everybody sitting down.
"
Come along, Alfred," cried the hostess cheerfully. "We can't very
well begin without you. Have you got the bottled beer ready to open,
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