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In Our Neighborhood
by
The long night dragged on, and the people departed in groups of twos and threes, until when the gray dawn crept slowly over the blackness of night shrouding the electric lights in mists of cloudy blue, and sending cold chills of dampness through the house, but a few of the great crowd remained.
The day seemed so gray in contrast to the softening influence of the night, the grief which could be hidden then, must now come forth and parade itself before all eyes. There was the funeral to prepare for; the dismal black dresses and bonnets with their long crape veils to don; there were the condolences of sorrowing friends to receive; the floral offerings to be looked at. The little Harts strutted about resplendent in stiff black cravats, and high crape bands about their hats. They were divided between two conflicting emotions–joy at belonging to a family so noteworthy and important, and sorrow at the death. As the time for the funeral approached, and Lillian began to indulge in a series of fainting fits, the latter feeling predominated.
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“Well it was all over at last, the family had returned, and as on two nights previous, sat once more in the deserted and dismantled parlor. Mrs. Tuckley and Mrs. Luke, having rendered all assistance possible, had repaired to their respective front steps to keep count of the number of visitors who returned to condole with the family.
“A real nice funeral,” remarked the dress-maker at last, “a nice funeral. Everybody took it so hard, and Lillian fainted real beautiful. She’s a good girl that Lillian. Poor things, I wonder what they’ll do now.”
Stella, the irrepressible, was busily engaged balancing herself on one toe, a la ballet.
“Mebbe she’s goin’ to get married,” she volunteered eagerly, “‘cos I saw that yeller-haired young man what comes there all the time, wif his arms around her waist, and a tellin’ her not to grieve as he’d take care of her. I was a peepin’ in the dinin’-room.”
“How dare you peep at other folks, and pry into people’s affairs? I can’t imagine where you get your meddlesome ways from. There aint none in my family. Next time I catch you at it, I’ll spank you good.” Then, after a pause, “Well what else did he say?”