like Ed a bang-up funeral, and Mack ran it, and to see Mack then, with his black cutaway coat on, and to hear him speak to the unfortunate widow, say, you'd 've thought he was going to bust out crying. But it was a scream!
Just when he was looking so doggone down in the mouth you wanted to boohoo yourself, he come over near me in the corner, and he gave me the comicalest wink you ever saw, and he whispers to me, "Or do we get a drink after this, dearly beloved brethren and sisters, or do we not? I'll say, fellow Shriners and relatives, that we by God do!"
So that's the kind of fellow he was, real all-round guy, and so he goes on with that story, there that night, and he tells how these three are sitting around with this girl, and the Englishman he says if the girl and him could make a go of it, they'd by golly start a new department of the British Empire.
And then, as Mack tells it, while the girl's thinking the Englishman wouldn't be such a bad bet, after all, the Irishman speaks up—let's say his
