“Russell, will they have a funeral for Miss Myrt?” Lloyd looked up at me, wondering.”Of course they’ll have a funeral for her,” I said. “Did you think they’d just feed her to the hogs?”But I know how Lloyd thought. Regular people have funerals, but Miss Myrt was a teacher. As for the funeral, it was hot weather and the crops were in the ground and the roads were dry and the fair was over. “What else do people have to do?” I said. “They’ll turn out for Miss Myrt.””They better,” Lloyd said darkly. “She’s liable to set up in …

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