Mr. Tilton, the
undertaker from Montrose, had come over immediately, and had given the
necessary professional service which such sad occasions demand. Mrs.
Pinkham called to Mr. Tilton, and he came to the door.
"No; there is really nothing you can do, Mr. Stiles, unless you will be
so kind as to drive around to Deacon Mason's, Mr. Pettengill's, and Mrs.
Hawkins's, and inform them that the funeral will be from the church, at
two o'clock Friday afternoon. I will see that you are paid for your
services."
Undertakers are naturally polite and courteous men. They step softly,
speak low, and are even-tempered. Their patrons do not worry them with
questions, nor antagonize their views of the fitness of things.
When Abner reached his boarding house, after making his numerous calls,
it was about five o'clock; as he went upstairs he noticed that the door
of Strout's room was ajar. In response to his knock, the Professor said,
"Come in."
"Wall, how do find things?" said Abner, as he entered the room.
"By lookin' for 'em," said the Professor, with a jaunty air.
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