"No, not one person," said Stephen. "My father says all the people that loved them are dead and buried themselves."
"Poor forgotten graves!" said the old woman. "And my grave will be like one of them in fifty years' time—a forgotten grave."
She was talking to herself more than to the children, but little Stephen answered her.
"Will no one remember it, Granny Robin?"
"Yes, some one will," she said brightly; "my Lord will never forget. He will know where it is, and whose body lies inside, and it will be safe in His care till the great Resurrection Day."
"Will the angels know too?" said Stephen.
"I think they will," she said.
"Do they know who are buried in these poor old graves?" asked the child.
"Yes, I believe they do," said the old woman.
"In every one?"