Beneath the dark wood shadow,
As if she still would see the sun
Sink down on wave and meadow.”
CHAPTER X.
THE ORPHAN BRIDE.
“Come, Margaret, come, my child, it is time to go home,” said Mrs. Houston, gently trying to raise the orphan from her kneeling posture by the grave—“come, dear Margaret.”
“Oh, I cannot! Oh, I cannot! Not yet! Not so soon!”
“My love, the boat is waiting and the rest of our friends are gone.”
“Oh, I cannot go so soon! I cannot hurry away and leave her here alone.”
“But, Margaret, it is late, and we have far to go.”
“Go then, dear Mrs. Houston, and leave me here with her. I cannot forsake her so soon. Dr. Hartley will let me stay at his house a few days to be near her, I know.”