' is done a
good part by eb'ry single husban' too, an' she's figgerin' to outdo all
the yuthers wid Brudder Littlejohn's co'pse." Sarah Jane almost forgot
her little audience in her intense absorption of her subject. "She say
to me dis mornin', she say, 'Marri'ge am a lott'ry, Sis Beddinfiel', but
I sho' is drawed some han'some prizes. 'She got 'em all laid out side
by side in de buryin' groun' wid er little imige on ebry grabe; an', 'Sis
Mary Ellen, seein' as she can't read de writin' on de tombstones, she
got a diff'unt little animal asettin' on eb'ry head res' so's she kin
tell which husban' am which. Her fus' husban' were all time ahuntin', so
she got a little white marble pa'tridge arestin' on he' head, an' hit am
a mighty consolement to a po' widda 'oman fo' to know dat she can tell
de very minute her eyes light on er grabe which husban' hit am. Her
secon' man he got er mighty kinky, woolly head an' he mighty meek, so
she got a little white lamb a-settin' on he grabe; an' de nex husban' he
didn't have nothin' much fo' to disgueese him f'om de res' 'cep'in' he
so slow an' she might nigh rack her brain off, twell she happen to think
'bout him bein' a Hardshell Baptis' an' so powerful slow, so she jest
got a little tarrapim an' sot it on him. Hit sho' am a pretty sight jes'
to go in dat buryin' groun' an' look at 'em all, side by side; an' now
she got Brudder Littlejohn to add to de res'. He de onliest one what's
got er patch o' whiskers so she gwine to put a little white cat on he'
grabe. Yes, Lord, ef anythink could pearten' a widda 'oman hit would be
jes' to know dat yuh could go to de grabeyard any time yuh want to an'
look at dat han'some c'llection an' tell 'zactly which am which."

Sarah Jane stopped for breath and Billy hastened to inquire,

"Who else is dead, Sarah Jane?"

"'Tain't nobody else dead, yit, as I knows on, but my two cousins is
turrible low; one's got a hemrage on de lung an' de yuther's got a
congestin' on de brain, an' I 'lows dey'll bofe drap off 'twix' now an'
sun-up to-morra." Her eyes rolled around and happened to light on her
corset. She at once returned to her grievance.

"An' sposin' I hadn't 'av' came in here when I did? I'd 'a' had to went
to my own cousins' fun'el 'thout nare co'set. Y' all gotta go right to
y' all's mamas an' Miss Minerva dis very minute. I low dey'll settle yo'
hashes. Don't y' all know dat Larroes ketch meddlers?"

CHAPTER XIX

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