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 "No, Jack, I am afraid not. I am afraid we hain't good enough."

"Don't you believe if I wuz dretful, awful good I could see the tip end of one of 'em?" And here he branched off. "I heard mother say she wuz goin' to carry some flowers to put on the grave. She wuz cryin' and said it wuz because Grandma loved 'em. And I want to take over a little mite of Bologna sassige and put on the grave; Grandma loved it; she said she loved it better than most anything, and I do, too. Can't I take a little mite over, Aunt Samantha?"

And I told him, "No, that dear Grandma had gone where she had divine food, and would never be hungry agin; she had everything that wuz most beautiful and blessed."

"Well, what makes mother carry the flowers?"

And I sez, "It will make your mother feel better, Jack, that's all."

"Well, it would make me feel better to carry the b'lona. What's the difference?" And I sithed and wuz at my wits' end to explain the difference to him, and don't spoze I did after all my outlay of breath, and, as Jack said, what wuz the difference? And I repeated it to myself as I wuz ondressin' goin' to bed—"What wuz the difference?"

And Josiah thought I wuz talkin' to him, and sez, "What? There hain't any."

And I replied to myself, for the subject hanted me, "But it would be a town's talk."

And Josiah said, "What of it? What if it wuz? The town don't know everything." And he wuz half asleep and didn't know what he wuz talkin' and disputin' about, nor I nuther, and we settin' ourselves up and