You made the last months of her life happier than any she had known." "But I ran away and left her, and he beat her and Charlie for it, and--and--" "Brownie, dear, if you want to do what would have pleased your aunt, you will forget all that.

She loved him and forgave him everything, and she longed for others too to forget that he was ever anything but a kind husband." Huldah was silent.

She understood the feeling.

It was what she wanted everyone to feel with regard to Aunt Emma,--to remember only what was good of her.
And she had her wish.

The little group gathered in the churchyard a few days later remembered only her suffering and her sorrows, and the love which had lived through all, and many a pretty bunch of winter flowers and leaves and berries were laid on her grave by kindly, pitying hands.