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set a better example, contented themselves
with a hard biscuit, and a little whisky and
water— whisky, as we all know, is a fine
thing for the gout— and that their father
declined the dry sherry strongly recom
mended and freely patronized by the lawyer.
It was really quite a relief when a
dapper-locking young man, attired in shiny
black cloth, quietly bustled into the room
— a well-trained undertaker’s young man
can really bustle quite quietly— and, without
saying a word, swaddled them and their
hats up jn black silk, and covered their
hands with black kid gloves. Poor diminu
tive Fairbrass puzzled him for one moment,
but pins promptly settled the question, and,
since the boy could make no remonstrance,
he was soon transformed into an expensive
object of sable-suited, ribbed-silk waddling
woe.
Then came the dismal undertaker's
procession to the church. The grim-looking
black hearse, surmounted with preposterous
plumes ; the three heavy mourning-coaches,