CHAPTER XIV
A wALK IN THE PARK
THE funeral occurred on Monday. It was an ostentatious affair, with a long list of honorary pallbearers, a picked corps of city firemen in uniform ranged around the casket, and enough money wasted in floral pillows and sheaves of wheat tied with purple ribbon, to have given all the hungry children in town a square meal.
Amid all this state Margery moved, stricken and isolated. She went to the cemetery with Edith, Miss Letitia having sent a message that, having never broken her neck to see the man living, she wasn’t going to do it to see him dead. The music was very fine, and the eulogy spoke of this patriot who had served his country so long and so well. “Following the flag,” Fred commented under his breath, “as long as there was an appropriation attach
