MRS. WILSON: It's the people who are in the cemetery and cannot get out who ought to be crying.
CHLORINDA: Dat's all very well, Mrs. Wilson, but I jes' copied some of de inscriptions off de tombstones, and I tells you I feels awful mournful about it.
MRS. WILSON: I don't see why you should feel sad, Chlorinda.
CHLORINDA: You don't? Well, jes' listen to some of dese. (Reads from a stack of cards, one tombstone inscription being written on each card.)
"Here lies the body of Michael Burke, who lost his life while dodging work."
"I loved my mother, I hated to leave her, but what can you do with the typhoid fever? "
"Mamma loves Papa, and Papa loves women; Mamma saw Papa with two girls in swimmin'."
"Here lies the mother of 28; there might have been more, but now it's too late."
"Shed a few tears for Matty Mack, a trolley car hit her a slap in the back."
"Here lies my poor wife much lamented. She's happy and—well, I am contented."