"Your little girl," said Dot, nodding in the direction of the grave.
"What, Lilian?" said Ethel. "Yes, I'm sure she will like them if she knows. But, then, you see, I'm not quite sure if she does."
"Perhaps Jesus will let her fly down and look at them," said Violet.
"Oh, I don't think she would want to come, Violet," said her sister; "she would have so many pretty flowers to look at up there."
"Then she is in the sky?" said Dot, standing quite still and fixing her eyes earnestly on the two little girls.
"Yes," said Violet in a shocked voice; "didn't you know that, Dot? But you're such a tiny little thing isn't she, Ethel?"
"But, please," said Dot eagerly, "I saw Mr. Solemn put her in, right down among my daisies in a white box, and, please, I would so like to know how she got out."
"She didn't get out," said Ethel.
"Because she never went in," Violet went on; "she told mamma so, you know, before she died."
"Then, please," said Dot, "wasn't she in the little box?"