But Dot had not forgotten. She had not even been playing; she had been sitting on an old tombstone, thinking about what Solomon had said. And as soon as he had finished the grave she ran up to him.
"Mr. Solemn," she said, "did she get out in the night?"
"Who get out?" said the old man, in a very puzzled voice.
"My little girl, Mr. Solemn. Did she get out that night, after you covered her up, you know?"
"No," said Solomon, "she couldn't get out—how could she?"
"Then she's in there yet," said little Dot very sorrowfully.
"Yes, she's there, safe enough," said the grave-digger; "it's the last home of man, is the grave, Dot."
"But, Mr. Solemn, you said she was in heaven," Dot went on, in a very mournful little voice.
Solomon did not know how to answer her; indeed it was very puzzling to himself. He wished he could think what to say to Dot; but nothing would come to him, so he gave up the attempt, and tried to think of something else.
But Dot's busy little mind was not satisfied. The little girl's mamma must be right; and she had said she hoped Dot would see Lilian above the blue sky. Dot wondered how she would get up above the sky.