'Ay, Master Roland, the flowers are a very poor picture of the glorified body.'
'And they go to sleep in the winter time?' the boy went on; 'and how often does Easter come?'
'The flowers have their Easter every year, but we have to wait a little longer for ours. I ofttimes think that when the Lord do come down from heaven with a shout, He will choose Easter Sunday to wake the dead, for 'tis the day He rose Himself!'
Old Bob did not say much more, and Roland and Olive went back to the house thinking busily.
The next day was Sunday, and they went to church with their aunts; but directly the service was over, Roland, who was walking with Miss Hester, pulled her by the hand towards Bob's five graves in the corner.
'Do just let me look at them again! Have you got any graves here, Aunt Hester? I wish I had some. Poor Bob has too many, hasn't he?'
Miss Hester gave a little shiver.
'What an extraordinary child you are! You don't know the meaning of graves, or you wouldn't talk so!'
'Yes, I do,' said Roland earnestly; 'the earth is full of graves in winter; these graves in the churchyard belong to dead people, but the dead flowers are everywhere, and they're all coming up at Easter—Mr. Bob said so.'
'Bob fills your head with a lot of nonsense; come along.'