“Eh? Oh, yes, yes. In the old cemetery over—ah—yonder.”
“Humph!... Well, I hope you had a nice time.”
“Oh, I did, I did, thank you. I enjoyed myself very much indeed.”
“Yes, I should think you must have.... Well, come down right away because dinner's ready when you are.”
Galusha hastened up the stairs. His hostess gazed after him and slowly shook her head.
“Miss Martha, Miss Martha.”
Martha turned, to find Primmie excitedly gesticulating. “Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you?” whispered Primmie.
“Didn't you tell me what? Stop wigglin'.”
“Yes'm. Didn't I tell you 'undertaker'?”
“WHAT?”