"To the city."
"Do you live here all the year round, Mrs.——?"
"My name's Brown, stranger."
"All I can say is, that Brown is a lucky man. Another cup of tea if you please, Mrs. Brown."
"You might not like to exchange places with him, for all his luck, stranger," remarked the widow.
"Indeed I would," said Bill, with a languishing look.
"He's six feet under ground!" explained Mrs. Brown, dryly.
"Dead?" ejaculated Crane.
"Yes; he's been dead these three weeks."
"And you are a widow?"