"Mr. Solemn, I know what I'll do; I'll put you a rose tree on your grave when you die—a real nice one, I will."
The old man took her up in his arms and kissed her, and then he went on with his usual work.
It was a bright summer's morning not long after, when Dot saw the two little girls who had walked behind the lady and gentleman at the funeral coming in at the cemetery gate. The elder of them had a green watering-can in her hand, and her sister had a small covered basket. Dot followed them at a little distance, and watched them going to the quiet corner of the cemetery.
But before they went in among the trees they turned round and caught sight of Dot. Their mamma had told them to look out for her, so they came back to meet her.
"Are you Dot?" said the elder sister.
"Yes," said Dot shyly.
"Mamma told us about you," said Violet.
"And she thought you would help us," Ethel went on. "We're going to sow some seeds on Lilian's grave—are we not, Violet?"
"Yes," said Violet. "Gardener wanted to do it, but papa says we may do it quite by ourselves. Come, Dot, you shall walk with us."
So the three children went hand in hand to the little grave.