City and town life -- Fiction; Foundlings -- Fiction
"'Near as I can make out,' says Marne Holcomb, 'a good deal more than
amending is going on here to-night. It looks to me as if Sodality was
just going to get into its own Cemetery and be forgot, and as if
something else was coming to meet us--something big!'
"Mis' Toplady spoke up, comfortable, down on her knees putting green
paper on the pots.
"'Well, my land!' she says, 'I've noticed two-three things in my
lifetime. And one is, that do what whoever will, things do change. And
so whenever a new change pops up, I always think: "Oh, I guess you're
comin' along anyway. I donno's I need to help." An' yet somethin' in me
always prances to pitch in, too.'
"Timothy was there, occupying himself with the high places us ladies
couldn't get up to.
"'Well,' says he, 'if folks stop dying, like Sodality evidently intends
they shall if it goes out of business, maybe you'll stay home some,
Amandy, and not always be off laying folks out.'
"'I know it,' Mis' Toplady returns, 'I've laid out most everybody I
know, and of course I'm real glad to do it. But the last dead's hair I
done up, I caught myself thinking how much more interesting it'd be if
they was alive an' could find fault. Doin' for the dead gets kind of
monotonous, _I_ think.'
"'_I_ don't,' says Timothy, decided. 'The minute you work for the
living, you get all upset with being criticised. I s'pose the dead would
find fault, if they could, over the way you cut the grass for 'em. But
they can't an' so there's an end to it, an' we get along, peaceful. If
they was living folks layin' there, you can bet they'd do some back
talk.'
"'Well,' says I, 'I've been sick of Sodality for years. But it was about
the most what-you-might-call society I had, and I hated to give it up.'
"'Me, either,' says Mame Holcomb.
"'Me, either,' says Mis' Uppers. 'I declare I've often said I wouldn't
know what _to_ do if folks stopped dyin' so's Sodality would have to
close out.'
"Mis' Sykes was setting watching the rest of us.
"'Well,' she observes, cold, 'if I was usin' the dead to keep in
society, I donno's I'd own it up.'
"Silas Sykes had just come over from the store to see if there was
anything he could meddle in.
"'Heh!' says he, showing his teeth. 'Not many of Sodality, as I can
see, _deserves_ to die and be done for, civilized.'
"'Don't you worry yourself, Silas Sykes,' says I, 'we're going to be
done things for before we die hereafter, and more civilized than ever
you dreamed of, all up and down your ledger. That's where you do dream,
ain't it, Silas?' I says. And though I said it gay, I meant it frank.
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