She soon came back with her pinafore full of daisies. She had been gathering them all the morning, and had hid them in a shady place under the trees. Then, with a little sob, she threw them into the deep grave, and watched them fall on the little coffin. After this she watched Solomon finish his work, and did not go home till the little girl's grave was made, as old Solomon said, "all right and comfortable."
[CHAPTER IV]
LILIAN AND HER WORDS
DOT took a very great interest in "her little girl's grave," as she called it. She was up early the next morning; and as soon as her mother had washed her, and given her her breakfast, she ran to the quiet corner in the cemetery to look at the new-made grave. It looked very bare, Dot thought, and she ran away to gather a number of daisies to spread upon the top of it. She covered it as well as she could with them, and she patted the sides of the grave with her little hands, to make it more smooth and tidy. Dot wondered if the little girl knew what she was doing, and if it made her any happier to know there were daisies above her.
She thought she would ask Solomon; so when she had finished she went in search of him. He was not far away, and she begged him to come and look at what she had done to her little girl's grave. He took hold of Dot's hand, and she led him to the place.
"See, Mr. Solemn," she said, "haven't I made my little girl pretty?"
"Aye," he answered; "you have found a many daisies, Dot."
"But, Mr. Solemn," asked Dot anxiously, "do you think she knows?"
"Why, Dot, I don't know—maybe she does," he said, for he did not like to disappoint her.
"Mr. Solemn, shall I put you some daisies at the top of your grave?" said Dot, as they walked away.