Mrs. Wiggs of the cabbage patch

Mrs, Wiggs of the Cahhage Patchtombstun-slab, an' spelt out in littleblue tilesdown the middle was:^*^Pa. Gone, but not forgotten.'down an'We made a sorter boxI was jes' that pleased I setbust out cryin'.to hold it, an' chinked it up with cement,an' las' Sunday me an' the childerntook it out an' fixed it up* on Mr."Wiggs 's grave. Some day we are goingto make Jimmy one ;you know Jimmy'smy boy that 's dead." Her eyes filledand her lips trembled ; even the sunshineof her buoyant nature could not dispelone shadow that always lay across herheart.At this moment Billy, doubtlessthrilled at being the topic of conversation,upset his glass of water, and thedeluge descended full upon Australia,drenching the waist of the blue alpaca.92