"It had been announced in the papers that the burial would be private.

As we drove out of the front gates there, I looked round--you remember it was raining.
There were uncovered farm wagons blocking the streets up and down.

There were thousands of people standing in the rain with bared heads.

And I saw tears thick as the rain drops streaming down faces of those who had known your father as boy and man, who had learned to know he was all that a human being should be." Arthur turned away to hide his features from Dory.
"_That_ was your father, Artie.

What if _he_ could have heard you a few minutes ago ?" "I don't need to have anyone praise my father to me," said Arthur, trying to mask his feelings behind anger.