coffin they ordered would hardly
have shamed a duke, while the undertaker had orders to send Bessie only
a very small part of the real cost of the funeral. The rest they were to
pay between them, though Jack at first insisted upon paying the whole.
But in this Grey overruled him, and they agreed to share the expense
equally. Nothing could be kinder or more deferential than their demeanor
toward Bessie, who, wholly overcome with grief and fatigue, lay
perfectly quiet in her room, and let them do what they liked, she was so
weary and worn, and it was so good to be cared for; but on the day of
the funeral she roused herself, and insisted upon going to the grave and
seeing her father buried; so, with Grey and Jack on either side she
walked through the yew-shaded garden to the small inclosure which was
the family burying-place, and was so full of the McPhersons that after
Archie's grave, there was only room for one more between him and the
wall, and both Grey and Jack noticed this as they stood there and
wondered if it would be Bessie or Daisy who some day would be brought
there and laid in her last bed.

"Not Bessie," Grey thought, and there arose before him a beautiful spot
far over the sea, where the headstones gleamed white in the sunlight,
and the grass was like velvet to the touch, and flowers were blooming in
gay parterres and the birds were singing all day long over Mount
Auburn's dead.

And "not Bessie," Jack thought, as he, too, remembered a quiet spot away
to the north of England, where the tall monuments bore the name of
Trevellian, and where his race were buried.

The services over at the grave, they went back to the house, and in the
evening Grey said good-by, for on the morrow he was due at Liverpool to
meet his Aunt Lucy, who was coming abroad to spend a year with him in
travel.

"I shall see you again before I go to America, and it possible will
bring my Aunt Lucy with me," he said to her, when at parting he stood a
few moments with her small, thin hand in his, while he spoke a few words
to her of Him who can heal all pain and cure the sorest heart sorrow,
because he has felt it all.

Grey's piety, which was genuine, did not so often manifest itself in
words as in deeds, but he felt constrained to speak to Bessie, whose
tears fell like rain as she listened to him, and who felt when he was
gone a greater sense of loneliness than before, even though Jack was
left to her; Jack, who tried so hard to sooth