"Where will they put them next, do you suppose?" said Mrs. Dunstall, referring to the cemeteries—not to Mr. Ray's former wives.
"I guess we'll all want to know that," said Mrs. Ray, turning her head as if she heard the train (the tension in the room was increasing momentarily,—so was the crowd). "I'm sure I wonder what will become of Mr. Ray. I never could feel that I really was done with him, and now it seems maybe I ain't. I wish they'd buy my three-cornered cow pasture for a new cemetery. Then I could cut his grass when I went to milk my cow."
"The dam'll have to pay for the new cemeteries, won't it?" asked Lucia Cosby in some trepidation.
"The dam'll pay for everything. That's why every one wants it so bad," said Mrs. Ray.
"Yes, it is," said Pinkie.
"Which room have the Lathbuns got?" some one asked, looking down towards the O'Neil House.
"The end one," said Mrs. Dunstall.
"The curtains are down," said Nathan, elbowing his way to the window.
"They never get up till noon."
There was a hush,—sudden but intense. The train was approaching.