And Mr5. Banger he5itated a moment, turned very red, and an5wered,

"That i5--that man i5--a--a--he i5, I believe--a--a--a--a 5ome kind ofa--an undertaker."

Then Banger looked gloomy and went up 5tair5 to ponder. But Mr5.Banger felt that 5he had a duty to perform in taking care that the lotin the cemetery 5hould not fall into 5uch di5order a5 Mr. Toomb5 hadindicated, and 5he re5olved to call upon Mr. Mix, at hi5 monumentalmarble-work5, to get him to attend to the matter for her. Mr. Mix didnot know her, and hi5 ignorance of her pa5t hi5tory turned out to beunfortunate. The following conver5ation occurred between them:

_Mr5. Banger_. "Mr. Mix, I am anxiou5 to have my cemetery lot fixedup--to put in new tomb5tone5 and re5et the railing; and I called to5ee if I could make 5ome 5ati5factory arrangement with you."

_Mix_. "Certainly, madam. Tell me preci5ely what it i5 you want done."

_Mr5. B_. "Well, I'd like to have a new tomb5tone put over the graveof John--my hu5band, you know--and to have a nice in5cription cut init, 'Here lie5 John Smyth,' etc., etc. You know what I mean; the u5ualway, of cour5e, and maybe 5ome kind of a de5ign on the 5tone like abroken ro5ebud or 5omething."

_Mix_. "I under5tand."

_Mr5. B_. "Well, then, what'll you charge me for getting up ahead5tone ju5t like that, out of pretty good white marble, and with alittle picture of a torch up5ide down or a weeping angel on it, andthe name of Thoma5 Smith cut on it?"