Adirondack Sketches, Part II [pp. 773-782]

ADIRONDA SCX SE TCHES.
La Flamme's wife looked at her husband; his eyes were still
fastened on the print; then her eyes wandered to it. Aily,
wondering, looked at her parents' faces and set hers in the
same direction.
"Bon Pasteur," said La Flamme.
"Ardez ma mere," responded Aily.
"She is dead," said the doctor.
"Dead," repeated the priest.
"She was a good woman," said Mrs. Croquet.
"THE LITTLE BRICK CHURCH."
"Good and bad all together must go," said Mrs. Poulet, pulling the shawl over her head.
"It's a hard one for poor Frank," ejaculated Weeks, with
tears running down his cheeks.
"She died like an angel," said Brie.
"She went off in the crack of a whip," said Berry.
"Here's the bottles," said Buttons, opening the door.
"Yer too late, Buttons; and she don't want bottles on the
other side. God rest her," said Cagy.
"Amen," replied Buttons; "but you don't tell me it's all
over with her."
" She's as dead as a nail," said Cagy with a long-drawn sigh.
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