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‘
Let
me
think
’
quoth
he
.
‘
I
saw
last
night
what
they
had
put
upon
the
coffin
—
was
it
seventy
-
nine
?
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
the
sexton
.
‘
Ah
yes
,
it
was
though
,
’
returned
the
old
man
with
a
sigh
.
‘
For
I
remember
thinking
she
was
very
near
our
age
.
Yes
,
it
was
seventy
-
nine
.
’
‘
Are
you
sure
you
didn
’
t
mistake
a
figure
,
Davy
?
’
asked
the
sexton
,
with
signs
of
some
emotion
.
‘
What
?
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
Say
that
again
.
’
‘
He
’
s
very
deaf
.
He
’
s
very
deaf
indeed
,
’
cried
the
sexton
petulantly
;
‘
are
you
sure
you
’
re
right
about
the
figures
?
’
‘
Oh
quite
,
’
replied
the
old
man
.
‘
Why
not
?
’
‘
He
’
s
exceedingly
deaf
,
’
muttered
the
sexton
to
himself
.
‘
I
think
he
’
s
getting
foolish
.
’
The
child
rather
wondered
what
had
led
him
to
this
belief
,
as
,
to
say
the
truth
,
the
old
man
seemed
quite
as
sharp
as
he
,
and
was
infinitely
more
robust
.
As
the
sexton
said
nothing
more
just
then
,
however
,
she
forgot
it
for
the
time
,
and
spoke
again
.
‘
You
were
telling
me
,
’
she
said
,
‘
about
your
gardening
.
Do
you
ever
plant
things
here
?
’
