"What box?"
"Can't bury the robin without making a box!"
"Oh!"
"Course not. You ought to know better."
"That's so. When did Mr. R. shuffle off, &c.?"
"Didn't go nowhere, only to be dead."
"Oh!"
"And when Bertie gets the box done, we must form a line and march. Me and Dinah will go first, because she is the blackest."
"Good. She shall be chief mourner."
"Me, too."