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about two seconds we heard a whack, and the dog he finished up with a most amazing howl or two, and then everything was dead still, and the parson begun his solemn talk where he left off. In a minute or two here comes this undertaker's back and shoulders gliding along the wall again; and so he glided, and glided, around three sides of the room, and then rose up, and shaded his mouth with his hands, and stretched his neck out towards the preacher, over the people's heads, and says, in a kind of a coarse whisper, "He had a rat! " Then he drooped down and glided along the wall again to his place. You could see it was a great satisfaction to the people, because naturally they wanted to know. A little thing like that don't cost nothing, and it's just the little things that makes a man to be looked up to and liked. There warn't no more popular man in town than what that undertaker was.
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long and tiresome ; and then the king he shoved in and got off some of his usual rubbage, and at last the job was through, and the undertaker begun to sneak up on the coffin with his screw-driver. I was in a sweat then, and watched him pretty keen. But he never meddled at all ; just slid the lid along, as soft as mush, and screwed it down tight and fast. So there I was ! I didn't know whether the money was in there, or not. So, says I, spose somebody has hogged that bag on the sly ?—now how do Iknow whether to write to Mary Jane or not? 'Spose she dug him up and didn't find nothing—what would she think of me ? Blame it, I says, I might get hunted up and jailed ; I'd better lay low and keep dark, and not write at all; the thing's awful mixed, now ; trying to better it, I've