The Complete Works of Artemus Ward — Part 3: Stories and Romances by Artemus Ward
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"No you WON'T," said Susan. "I, as his last wife, shall strew
flowers on his grave. It's MY business to strew!" "You shan't, so there!" said Henrietta. "You bet I will!" said Susan, with a tear-suffused cheek. "Well, as for me," said the practical Betsy, "I ain't on the Strew, much, but I shall ride at the head of the funeral procession!" "Not if I've been introduced to myself, you won't," said the golden-haired Nelly; "that's my position. You bet your bonnet- strings it is." "Children," said Reginald's mother, "you must do some crying, you know, on the day of the funeral; and how many pocket-handkerchers will it take to go round? Betsy, you and Nelly ought to make one do between you." "I'll tear her eyes out if she perpetrates a sob on my handkercher!" said Nelly. "Dear daughters in-law," said Reginald's mother, "how unseemly is this anger! Mules is five hundred dollars a span, and every identical mule my poor boy had has been gobbled up by the red man. I knew when my Reginald staggered into the door-yard that he was on the Die, but if I'd only thunk to ask him about them mules ere his gentle spirit took flight, it would have been four thousand dollars in OUR pockets, and NO mistake! Excuse those |
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