"Here! John Jay," he ordered, as the doctor disappeared around the bend in the road, "pick up the gentleman's coat and hang it on a chair inside the door there." Then he stuck his hands in his pockets, and whistling to his dog, walked off across the fields.
George turned to the child again.

"John Jay," he said, "do you know that I'm going away soon ?" Without waiting for an answer, he hurried on, lest another spell of coughing should interrupt him.

"When I was a little fellow like you I heard so much about spirits and graveyards and haunted places that I had a horror of dying.

I could not think of it without a shiver.

But I've found out that death isn't a cold, ugly thing, my boy, and I want you to remember all your life every word I'm saying to you now.