Edna at last opened her eyes.
"Why don't yer pray, Betty?"
Betty answered tremulously, "My heart's so full I can't. You try, Edna."
"I don't know what ter say," returned Edna, frightened, and her two little arms stretched across the grave and wound themselves about her sister's neck, as she burst into sobs.
Betty now entirely unnerved, hugged her sister close.
"Well of all things!" exclaimed Mrs. Emmit, approaching the grave and its mourners unnoticed. "What are you two crying for now?"
The children started and drew apart.
"It's Tinkey's funeral, mamma, that's wot it is!" exclaimed Betty, choking back the sobs.
"Tinkey's funeral!" exclaimed the mother aghast. "You don't mean that you took the cat's death so to heart? You poor, little lambies, come right here to mamma!"
And into mother's arms they flew to be cuddled back to smiles and sunshine.