So, heap the grave
with flowers, and come often to it, and think lovingly of me, lying
there alone. I am thinking so much of that poem Harold read me long ago
of poor little Alice, the May queen, who said she should hear them as
they passed, with their feet above her in the long and silent grass.
Maybe the dead can't do that. I don't know, but if they can, I shall
listen for you, and be glad when you are near me, and I know I shall
wait on the golden seat by the river. Remember your promise to tell
Harold that it was all a mistake. My mind gets clearer toward the end,
and I see things differently from what I did once, and I know how I
blundered. You will tell him?'
Again Jerrie made the promise, with a sinking heart, not knowing to what
it bound her; and as Maude was becoming tired, she bade her try to rest
while she sat by and watched her.
The next day, at the same hour, when the balmy September air was
everywhere, and the mid-afternoon sun was filling the house with golden
light, and the crickets' chirp was heard in the long grass, and the
robins were singing in the tree-tops, another scene was presented in the
sick room, where Frank Tracy knelt at his dying daughter's side, with
his face bowed on his hands, while her fingers played feebly with his
white hair as she spoke to Arthur, who had just come in.
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