"Lilian wasn't afraid to die, Dot," said the lady.
"Wasn't she?" said Dot. "I should be frightened ever so much—but maybe she'd never seen Mr. Solemn bury anybody; maybe she didn't know she had to go into that dark hole."
"Listen, Dot," said the lady, "and I will tell you what my little girl said the night before she died."
"'Mamma,' she said, 'don't let Violet and Ethel think that I'm down deep in the cemetery; but take them out, and show them the blue sky and all the white clouds, and tell them, Little sister Lilian's up there with Jesus.' Violet and Ethel are my other little girls, Dot."
"Yes," said Dot, in a whisper; "I saw them at the funeral."
"That is what my little girl said, which made me stop crying the other day."
Dot looked very puzzled. There was a great deal that she wanted to think over and to ask Solomon about.
The lady was obliged to go home, for it was getting late. She kissed the child before she went, and said she hoped Dot would see her little girl one day, above the blue sky.
Dot could not make out what the lady meant, nor what her little girl had meant the night before she died. She wanted very much to hear more about her, and she hoped the lady would soon come again.
"Mr. Solemn," said Dot the next day, as she was in her usual place on the top of one of Solomon's graves, "didn't you say that my little girl was in that long box?"