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of them there. Evelyn Drake and Doris Perkins' mother were the only ones I knew. Amy said Neal, the taxi driver, was one other. I am thankful I went on that account. Beatrice had done the occasion up in her usual grandiose fashion, had done her best to give her poor old mother a good send off. She had a quartette that sang 3 songs, all the verses, and a terrible one it was. The bass, as Amy said, had a voice that came from his toe-nails, and Amy wondered nervously if he would be able to make it. And the other parts quavered in at all sort of pitches  that didn't harmonize. It reminded me of Doris in her duet. And then the minister gave 3 different speeches and a "requested" poem, and we were finally filed out, thru the entirely empty front room save for the coffin.