"We ought to go into deep mourning," Romeo was saying.
"I've been thinking of that. We should repent in sackcloth and ashes,
only I don't know what sackcloth is."
"I guess it's that rough brown stuff they make potato bags of."
"Burlap?"
"Yes. But we haven't many ashes at this time of year and we'll have
still less if we live on mush and milk."
"Maybe we could get ashes somewhere," she said, thoughtfully.
"We'd have to, because it would take us over a year to get enough to
repent in."
"There'll be ashes left from the automobile and the suits, and if you
can get enough potato bags, I'll fix 'em so we can wear 'em at the
sacrifice and afterwards we can buy deep mourning."
"All right, but you mustn't make pretty suits."
"I couldn't, out of potato bags. They'll have to be plain--very plain."
"The first thing is to get this car into our barn, and write and tell
Colonel Kent where it is. Then we'll get our black clothes, and then
we'll shoot the dogs and bury 'em, and then we'll have the sacrifice,
and then--"
"And then," repeated Juliet.
"Then we'll have to go and tell 'em all what we've done, and offer to
pay all the bills, and give 'em the price of the car besides for
damages.
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