“Where would you like to be buried if you were a Methodist?” asked Faith cheerfully.
This opened up an interesting field of speculation.
“There isn’t much choice. The place is full,” said Jerry. “I’D like that corner near the road, I guess. I could hear the teams going past and the people talking.”
“I’d like that little hollow under the weeping birch,” said Una. “That birch is such a place for birds and they sing like mad in the mornings.”
“I’d take the Porter lot where there’s so many children buried. I like lots of company,” said Faith. “Carl, where’d you?”