“UNDER THE WHITE CROSS.”
CHAPTER X.
LITTLE Snow wuz always askin’ about the little girl who wuz a lyin’ under the white cross and the rose-trees down in the corner of the garden at Belle Fanchon.
And she would ask me sights of questions about her. She would ask “if Belle Fanchon used to walk about and run as she did through the paths of the old garden, and pick the roses, and stand under the orange-trees, and hear the birds sing, and the laugh of the brook as it wound along amongst the flowers?”
And I would say, “Yes, I spoze so.”
And then she would say, “What made her leave it all and go and lie down there under the grass?”
And I would say, “The Lord wanted her.”