Father's big scissors cut the grass down very successfully, but Stephen's little spade refused to go into the hard ground. It had been trodden underfoot for many years, and it lay hard and dry and stony over the heads of the two grandchildren who died young.
But at this point old Mr. Robin came to the rescue. He brought a large spade out of his house and dug the grave over for little Stephen, and then, after he had rested a little, he did the same for Audrey's John, as she called him.
AT THIS POINT OLD MR. ROBIN CAME TO THE RESCUE.
"Wouldn't the wife be pleased if she saw we were doing it?" she said.
"What wife?" asked Stephen.
"This wife it says about in the hymn—"
"'Go home, dear wife, and shed no tear.'"
"I wonder if she did shed any," said Stephen.
"I expect she did," said Audrey; "I wonder what has become of her. Do you think she will ever come to see how nice we have made her John's grave, Granny Robin?"