But already Joe had gone.
It was a beautiful morning.

With Susette she went to a florist's shop and had the child pick out some flowers.

Then they went out to Amy's grave.

And a moment came to Ethel there, an overwhelming moment, when something seemed bursting up in herself and crying passionately: "I can't!" But a little miracle happened.

For Susette, who was only three years old and understood nothing of all this, took half the purple asters from Amy's grave, and turning back confidingly she put the rest in Ethel's hand--and then saw a sparrow and chased it, and laughed merrily as it flew away.
At night when Joe came home, although he did not speak of the flowers, she knew that he too had been at the grave.