no place to have the pow'. This ain't
a pra'r meetin'; tis a 'Piscopal funeral, this is, such as they have in
Virginny."

What Judy might have said is uncertain, for there came a diversion in
the scene. The child had followed Jake to the door, where she stood
wide-eyed and attentive, and when the last words of the hymn ended, she
sang in a clear, shrill voice, "Be joyful when we meet to part no more."
Her voice was singularly sweet and full, and Mr. Mason said to himself,
"She'll be a singer some day, if she is not crazy first." Nothing now
could keep old Judy from one more burst, and her "Yes, thank de Lawd,
we'll meet to part no mo'," rang out like a clarion, and the religious
services were over.

There still remained what was the most interesting part to the
audience--taking leave of the corpse--and for a few minutes the sobs,
and cries, and ejaculations were bewildering to Mr. Mason, who had never
had an experience of this kind. Jake quieted the tumult as soon as
possible, reminding the people again that this was a first-class
'Piscopal funeral, such as the quality had in Virginny. The old
grandmother was led to the coffin by Mandy Ann, who shook her up and
told her to look at Miss Dory, but not cry much, if she could help it.
She didn't cry at all, but nearly every one did in the adjoining room,
where they said to each other, "Ole Miss is takin' leave and don't sense
it an atom." The little girl was held up by Jake, who made her kiss her
mother.

"Mamma's s'eep," the child said, as she kissed the pale lips which would
never smile on her again.

There was a fresh outburst of sobs and tears from the spectators, and
then the coffin was closed, and the procession took its way across the
hot sands to the little enclosure in the clearing, where other members
of the Harris family were buried. Remembering the impatience of the
people in the house, Mr. Mason wished to shorten the service at the
grave, but Jake said: "No. We'll have the whole figger for Miss Dory."
Mr. Mason went the whole figure with uncovered head under the broiling
sun, and when he was through he felt as if his brains were baked. The
Crackers did not seem to mind the heat at all. They were accustomed to
it, and after their return from the grave, stayed round until the white
mule and sail-topped shay were brought up for Mr. Mason's return to the
hotel.

As Jake was very busy, a young negro boy was sent in his place.
Naturally loquacious, he kept up