Beneath that tree let us lie.

In one grave, mind.

Do you promise to do this ?" "Solemnly," rejoined the carpenter.
"Enough," said the widow, gratefully.

"I must see him to-night." "Impossible, dear Mrs.Sheppard," said Thames.

"To-morrow I will take you to him." "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will.