And whilst they were talking little Dot was dreaming of Lilian, and of what she had said the night before she died.
[CHAPTER V]
DOT'S BUSY THOUGHTS
A DAY or two after, as Dot was putting fresh daisies on the little grave, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and looking up she saw her little girl's mamma. She had come up very quietly, and Dot was so intent on what she was doing that she had not heard her. It was too late to run away; but the lady's face was so kind and loving that the child could not be afraid. She took hold of Dot's little hand, and sat down beside her, and then she said very gently—
"Is this the little girl who gathered the daisies?"
"Yes," said Dot shyly, "it was me."
The lady seemed very pleased, and she asked Dot what her name was, and where she lived. Then she said—
"Dot, what was it made you bring these pretty flowers here?"
"Please," said the child, "it was 'cause Mr. Solemn said she was ever such a little girl—maybe about as big as me."
"Who is Mr. Solemn?" asked the lady.