She had chosen the two hymns that David's favourite choir-boys were to sing--"For all the saints who from their labours rest," and "How bright those glorious spirits shine." They were singing the last when the breeze caught Elizabeth's veil and blew it aside, and he had a glimpse of her face.

The beauty of her expression--its patient sadness, its calm faith--moved him strangely.

"He is not here," it seemed to say--"he has gone to a world where there are no more sorrow and sighing, and God shall wipe away all tears." And then the boys' voices rang sweetly through the churchyard: "'Midst pastures green He'll lead His flock, Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear." Malcolm lingered behind until the crowd had dispersed, and then he and Caleb looked down at the flower-decked coffin.

Loving hands had lined the walls of the grave with grasses and spring flowers, Lent lilies and blue hyacinths, until it looked like a green bower decked with blossoms.

Countless wreaths and crosses and rustic bunches of flowers lay on the grass waiting until the grave was filled.