Livres. Sols. Farth.

Ditto to me, E. M., for black for blacking
coffin .................................... 0 3 0
Ditto to me, E. M., paid out for supper
after obs'quies ........................... 3 2 0
Ditto to me, E. M., paid out for wine
(3 pots and 1 pt. at a shilling) for
ditto ..................................... 2 5 6
Ditto to me, E. M., paid out for oil and
candle .................................... 0 7 0
Ditto to me, E. M., given to the poor, as
fitting station of deceased ............... 4 0 0


The apprentice stopped. "That's all," he said.

There was a furious leer on the face of the Master of Burials. So, after
all his care, apprentices would never learn to make mistakes on his side.
"O my grief, always on the side of the corpse, that can thank nobody for
naught!" was his snarling comment.

"What about those turnips from Denise Gareau, numskull?" he grunted, in
a voice between a sneer and a snort.

The apprentice was unmoved. He sniffed, rubbed his nose with a
forefinger, laboriously wrote for a moment, and then added:

Ditto to Madame Denise Gareau for turnips
for supper after obs'quies ...................... 10 sols