When she returned she had her new doll in her arms, dressed in black.

She wore a strip of black crape about her own neck, and had caught Flyaway long enough to put one upon her arm, as well as upon the knobs of the nursery doors.
"Prudy," said she, "it is polite to do so when we lose people we love.
Charlie was my friend and Katie's friend, and we shall treat him with the _respect_ of a friend." "Yes," said Katie, skipping after a fly, "spec of a fend." Dotty had never looked on death.
"You musn't be frightened, little sister," said Prudy, as they walked hand in hand to Mrs.Gray's, behind the rest of their own family, on the day of the funeral.

"Charlie is just as cold as marble, lying in a casket; but _he_ doesn't know it.

The part of him that _knows_ is in a beautiful world where we can't see him." "Why can't we see him ?" said Dotty, peering anxiously into the sky.
"I don't know exactly why," replied Prudy, "but Grandma Read says God doesn't wish it.

And He has put a seal over our eyes, so an angel could stand right before us, and we shouldn't know it." "Ah!" said Dotty in a low voice; and though she could see nothing, it seemed to her the air was full of angels.
"But I think likely Charlie can see us, Dotty, for the seal has been taken off his eyes.