He drew off his cotton gloves and put them into his pocket.
“Have any preparations been made for the burial?” he inquired.
“The grave's dug,” said one of the men.
“How about the coffin?”
“We don't know about the coffin, we haven't been to the house.”
“Is any one up at the house?”
“We think the new School-teacher's up there. Little David went up to see, but he ain't come back.”
“I didn't know the new School-teacher had come.”
“He got here last night,” said the miller.
“What kind of a man is he?”