Now they shall rest together, those little mothers of ours, to whom men were not kind; and in the long sleep we must forget, as they have forgotten, and forgive, as no doubt they have forgiven.

Don't you want to take some lilies to them before we go to the cabin?
Right there on your left are unusually large ones." The Girl sat up, dried her eyes and gathered the white flowers.

When the last vehicle crossed the bridge, the Harvester tied the boat and helped her up the hill.

The old oak stretched its wide arms above two little mounds, both moss covered and scattered with flowers.

The Girl added her store and then went to the Harvester, and sank at his feet.
"Ruth, you shall not!" cried the man.