There was a kind of hush after the mention, and the lady made no reply.
"It was some weeks after my loss," resumed Frowenfeld.
"In wad cimetière dad was?"
"In no cemetery--being Protestants, you know--"
"Ah, yes, sir?" with a gentle sigh.
"The physician who attended me procured permission to bury them on some private land below the city."
"Not in de groun'[2]?"
[2] Only Jews and paupers are buried in the ground in New Orleans.
"Yes; that was my father's expressed wish when he died."
"You 'ad de fivver? Oo nurse you w'en you was sick?"