Mrs. S. Pray let us have it. I hope it is nothing short of an elopement.
Mrs. P. I hope it is a murder, or, at least, a suicide. We have not had any news worth mentioning these two months.
Mrs. Q. It is neither an elopement nor a murder, but you may think it something akin to the latter. The truth is, there is a woman down in the village, and they will not allow her to be buried.
Mrs. S. You don’t say so?
Mrs. Q. I do. The coroner has positively refused to bury her.
Mrs. P. Do tell! What could the poor creature have done to be denied Christian burial?
Mrs. Q. I do not know what the offense was, but they say he has his reasons, and buried she shall not be.
Mrs. P. Where is she lying? I must go and inquire into it. Bless me, Mrs. Search, how could this happen and we not hear of it?
Mrs. S. Did you hear her name, Mrs. Quick? That may give us a clue to the mystery.
Mrs. Q. I did not learn her name, though, if I forget not, it began with a G, or some such letter. But I have a little errand up the street, and must leave you. In the meantime as we know so little of the circumstances, it will be prudent not to repeat what I have told you. Good morning. (She goes out).