`` I ought to be ! Lord , I 've done more of it than if I 'd had a hundred children of my own , believe ME ! I s ` pose I 'm a fool , to be putting hand embroidery on this dress for an eighth baby . But , Lord , Mrs. Blythe , dearie , it is n't to blame for being the eighth , and I kind of wished it to have one real pretty dress , just as if it WAS wanted . Nobody 's wanting the poor mite -- so I put some extra fuss on its little things just on that account . '' `` Any baby might be proud of that dress , '' said Anne , feeling still more strongly that she was going to like Miss Cornelia . `` I s ` pose you 've been thinking I was never coming to call on you , '' resumed Miss Cornelia . `` But this is harvest month , you know , and I 've been busy -- and a lot of extra hands hanging round , eating more 'n they work , just like the men . I 'd have come yesterday , but I went to Mrs. Roderick MacAllister 's funeral . At first I thought my head was aching so badly I could n't enjoy myself if I did go . But she was a hundred years old , and I 'd always promised myself that I 'd go to her funeral . '' `` Was it a successful function ? '' asked Anne , noticing that the office door was ajar . `` What 's that ? Oh , yes , it was a tremendous funeral . She had a very large connection . There was over one hundred and twenty carriages in the procession . There was one or two funny things happened . I thought that die I would to see old Joe Bradshaw , who is an infidel and never darkens the door of a church , singing ` Safe in the Arms of Jesus ' with great gusto and fervor . He glories in singing -- that 's why he never misses a funeral .
Poor Mrs. XXXXX did n't look much like singing -- all wore out slaving .
Anne Blythe Bradshaw Cornelia Jesus MacAllister eighth first month old