Earth had not been kind.

Then why should she sorrow for her mother?
Again life had been not only unkind, but bitterly cruel.
Belshazzar arose and watched down the drive.

The Girl looked also.
Through the gate and up the levee came a strange procession.

First walked the Harvester alone, with bared head, and he carried an arm load of white lilies.

A carriage containing a man and several women followed.
Then came a white hearse with snowy plumes, and behind that another carriage filled with people, and Betsy followed drawing men in the spring wagon.