'We mun practise.'

'They say that minister's a great one for the music. One of them sort
as is that musical he canna play. There'll be a tea.'

'Eh!' said Hazel, 'it'll be grand to be in a gentleman's house agen!'

'When've you bin in a gentleman's house?'

Hazel was taken aback.

'Yesterday!' she flashed. 'If Albert inna a gent I dunno who is, for
he's got a watch-chain brass-mockin'-gold all across his wescoat.'

Abel roared. Then he fell to in earnest on the coffin, whistling like a
blackbird. Hazel sat down and watched him, resting her cheek on her
hand. The cold snowlight struck on her face wanly.

'Dunna you ever think, making coffins for poor souls to rest in as inna
tired, as there's a tree growing somewhere for yours?' she asked.

'Laws! What's took you? Measles? What for should I think of me coffin?
That's about the only thing as I'll ne'er be bound to pay for.' He
laughed. 'What ails you?'

'Nought. Only last night it came o'er me as I'll die as well as
others.'

'Well, have you only just found that out? Laws! what a queen of fools