Nan and Bobby came to the funeral, and Bobby chose to be undertaker, while Nan insisted on preaching the sermon.
"You preached yesterday," she said to Ethelwyn, who also wished to.
"And you did the day before—"
"I think I ought to," said Beth, "because it's my fam'ly."
"That's why you shouldn't, child," said Nan. "Would my father enjoy preaching my funeral sermon, do you think?" she asked triumphantly. And while they were doubtfully considering this, she began the service.
Beth attired in Aunt Mandy's large black shawl was very warm and mournful.
The family, especially Billy Boy's widow, were wrapped in black calico swaddling garments, and looked more stiff than ever, but still smiling.
The remains were in cigar boxes, all but Billy's wig and eyes which Beth had thoughtfully saved for another doll.
"I am sorry I have to preach this sad sermon," said Nan.
"Might have let me, then," said a voice from the congregation.