Amy was sad, but composed, and was engaged in decorating the grave with flowers gathered from the mountain side.
Good morning, Amy, I see you still mourn the loss of your mother.
Yes, she replied, mother did all she could for me while living. Now that she is dead, I will visit her and her grave. I shall keep the flowers fresh and the grass green on her grave as long as I can. Won’t you help me Drake?
Certainly, he replied. What can I do for you?
You can help me build a wall around the grave. Down where mother came from, they build a wall around the graves, and set a stone with the name on it. I want to do so by mama’s grave, and Rolla and I will come to see it every day.
Yes, replied Drake, Tom and I will build the wall, and Cahoonshee will set the stone. Come sister, go to the house with me. It is breakfast time. After breakfast, Tom and I will build the wall.
Amy was reluctant to leave the place that contained all that was dear to her. Drake unconsciously put his arm around her.
Come Amy, you still have friends. There are those that love you.
At breakfast, little or nothing was said. Amy ate a hearty breakfast, and seemed to be reconciled to her lot.