"And where is the other Posie?" Hardly a necessary question, for Mildred remembered the tiny headstone. Posie Number Two pointed with one small finger towards the churchyard.
"She's gone to bed there. Mother says Posie was so tired. And she don't never get up, you know, 'cause she's resting. I think I'd rather get up sometimes, it I was that Posie."
"What is your name, dear?" asked Mildred.
"Have you any other sisters or brothers?"
Posie Number Two shook her head. "I haven't got none," she said sedately.
"And where do you live?"
Posie thrust her hand confidingly into Mildred's. "I'll show you," she said.
Mildred offered no objection, though wondering where she might be led, and whether her strength would hold out.
She found herself guided along the road which led homewards; and the clasp of those warm little fingers seemed to put new life into her. Posie chattered fast as they went, and presently they reached a trim little cottage, nearly opposite Groates' Store, and next door to the Miss Coxens. At the gate stood a woman, with a pleasant but rather careworn face.