“The last day of this lady’s life was an exciting one. After her husband had confessed his sins to her, she murdered Cutie and him both and then staggered to the mirror and, taking a good look at herself, dropped dead. “Rest in peace, Mrs. Pupick. No white slaver can get you now.” There is no tombstone over the third grave. Cutie lies buried here, but nobody has put a tombstone up. When it became known that Cutie was dead, everybody went out and got drunk. But nobody thought of buying a tombstone. Poor Cutie! She was a great kid and never hurt anybody. The undertaker who embalmed her wept like a baby. And the horses that carried her to the graveyard walked slower than usual. The birds keep flying over the place where she’s buried. And at night people who knew her grow sad. She was a little bit rough in her work, but she meant well. There is no use prolonging the discussion. Wherever our little warm mamma has gone there the flowers are blooming and the band is playing and the boys are all having a good time. Rest in peace, Cutie. When we get rich we will buy you a tombstone and have three words chiseled under your name: _Faith, Hope and Charity._ THE END Transcriber’s Notes Page 8: “exact appelation” changed to “exact appellation” Page 27: “fox trottter” changed to “fox trotter”