"Well, it's l-y here," said the child.
"That's the old-fashioned way," said Granny Robin.
"Well, now, we'll set to work," said Audrey; "we must wash them first, Stephen. Do you think your father would give us some water in a basin? I daren't ask Aunt Cordelia; she would say I should dirty my pinafore."
"If Stephen's father will give him a basin, I will give you one, Audrey," said Granny Robin.
"And I'll get you both an old sponge," said Mr. Robin, who was smoking his pipe in the window.
What a scrubbing went on after that! Stephen's father, who was always pleased to do anything his poor little boy asked him, brought out soap and two scrubbing brushes, and the children worked away diligently for more than an hour.
At the end of it, they were far from satisfied with their work.
"The two grandchildren who died young won't come clean, Granny Robin," said little Stephen mournfully.
"They're quite as nice as my John is," said Audrey. "Anyhow," she added more hopefully, "they're a deal cleaner than they were before. Now what's the next thing to be done?"
"We must cut the long grass behind them," said Stephen, "and then we must dig up the grave in front of the stone. I'll get father's big scissors and my little spade."