And they looked down into the grave at the little white coffin lying amongst the daisies. Then all was over, and the robin sang his song on little Dot's grave.
Lilian's father ordered a stone exactly like that which he had put to his own child—a small white marble stone, and on the stone were these words—
"LITTLE DOT,"
and underneath was Dot's text:
"WASH ME, AND I SHALL BE WHITER THAN SNOW."
Old Solomon toiled on, often lonely and sad. The neighbours said he was getting childish, for he often fancied that his little Dot was alive, and he would look up from the graves and smile at her, as he used to do when she stood at the top. And he often thought he heard her little voice whispering among the trees of the cemetery. And the words she whispered were always those of her little prayer.
So Solomon grew to think of her as alive, and not dead, and it comforted his old heart.
"For," said he, "it will not be very long before I shall see her again."
Thus Solomon was troubled no longer at the thought of his own grave, or of who should dig it.
And the people who came to the cemetery often looked at the two little graves, and read the two lovely texts.