Then she stooped down and dug up a spadeful of earth and threw it into the hole where they had put the box.
Each of us went in turn to give earth to earth. And then it was over.
Alice stood close, close to the edge of the hole, and looked and looked down into it.
The croquemort said something to Alice, but she did not move. He then spoke to the bigger brother, who shuffled up to Alice and tugged at her sleeve.
But still she did not move.
The smaller brother began to cry.
Then the sister went to Alice and pulled at her other sleeve.
"Take her away," the croquemort said to me.
I said, "Dear, we must go."