“I got them because they were cheap. I hope they look like mourning?”
“You needn’t be afraid; they’re hearse-like!”
“Are they, really?” said Miss Sabrina, with gratification. “The choice at the mainland store is so small.” But presently the tears came again. “Oh, pa, everything is so sad now. Do you remember when I used to ride my little pony by your side, and you were on your big black horse? How kind you have always been to me, pa; and I have been such a disappointment to you!”
“No, no, Breeny; no, little girl,” said the judge.
They kissed each other, the old man and his gray-haired child. Their minds went back to brighter days; they understood each other’s sorrow.
At two o’clock Eve had not yet gone to bed. There was a tap at her door. She spoke. “Cicely?”
“Yes.”
She drew back the bolt, and Cicely entered, carrying a small lamp. “You haven’t gone to bed? So much the better; you are to come with me.”
“Where?”
“To all the places where we went that night.”