The nine survivors sat upon the front seat of all; the friends of the deceased were all there, and, most pathetic sight of all, the two mute white faces of the drowned were exposed to view.

The people wept before the tremulous voice of the minister had begun the service, and there was so much weeping that the preacher could say but little.

Poor Mrs.Plausaby was nearly heart-broken.

Nothing could have been more pathetic than her absurd mingling for two days of the sincerest grief and an anxious questioning about her mourning-dress.

She would ask Isa's opinion concerning her veil, and then sit down and cry piteously the next minute.