Every time that Solomon passed to and from work, Dot was at the window to nod to him. He missed her very much this rainy weather; but he had to go on with his work in the cold and damp, just as usual. It was a great cheer to the old man to see the little face at the window, morning and evening; and sometimes Dot's mother was there too. Dot would pull her by the apron when she saw her old friend coming.
"Mother," she would say, "here's my Mr. Solemn!"
And then her mother would run with her to the window, to see the old grave-digger pass.
But as soon as the sunshine came, and the grass began to be dry, Dot was by Solomon's side again. She walked with him to the cemetery, though, as soon as they reached the gates, she ran quickly forward to look at her little girl's grave. But when she got to the place she stood still in amazement. It looked quite different from what it did when she was there last. The sides of the grave were covered with nice soft grass, which looked green and fresh after the rain. Then the top of the grave was quite flat and smooth like a flower-bed, and in the middle of it was a small rose tree.
Dot ran round the grave several times, to look at all these changes. Then she sat beside it, and patted the grass, and smoothed the mound, and admired the rose bush.
After a time she went to look for Solomon, to tell him what she had found.
"Oh, Mr. Solemn," she cried, "my little girl's grave is ever so pretty!"
"Yes," he said, "I know it is, Dot; a man came and did it a week ago—I think it was the lady's gardener. I thought I wouldn't tell you, my little dear—you'd be more surprised like."
"Oh, Mr. Solemn, did you see the rose tree?"
"Yes, I saw it, Dot."