Jacquetta. Baring-Gould Sabine

cup I had, and I gave it her. She said that none of the men or maids at Chanticleer would use and dirty that. Now I’ll have a little case made, and a sheet of glass, and a crook, and hang up Aunt Betsy’s moustache-cup on her tombstone. It will be quite beautiful, and moving to the feelings.’

      When Mrs. Fairbrother was back in the carriage, she said, ‘There is one thing I have seen which is horrible. The idea of letting graves by leases for five, seven, or ten years, and then digging up the dead and chucking the bones into a common pit. I’ll hire the ground as you call it ‘in perpetuity’ for Aunt Betsy. Let graves on lease, by paying!—and that where you have written up Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity! I can’t understand it. You’ll kindly manage that for me, gentlemen, will you not? I’ll have Aunt Betsy properly tucked away in perpetuity.’

      But Aunt Betsy was not dead. She received her relatives at her door on their arrival.