"You see the grass is wet there; we play here in the walk, where its nice and dry." "But you ought to play outside," said Mr.Weston.

"This is too sacred a place to be made the scene of your amusements." "We don't hurt any body," said the largest boy.

"When people are dead they don't hear nothin; where's the harm ?" "Well," said Mr.Weston, "there's one thing certain, none of you have any friends buried here.

If you had, you would not treat them so unkindly." "My mother is buried over yonder," said the boy on the vault; "and if I thought there was any thing unkind in it, I would never come here to play again." "You are a good boy," said Mr.Weston.

"I hope you will keep your word.