Then a hymn was sung and it was over.

The little company filed out of the cemetery, and Captain Eben Hammond was but a memory in Trumet.
Keziah lingered to speak a word with Grace.

The girl, looking very white and worn, leaned on the arm of Captain Nat, whose big body acted as a buffer between her and over-sympathetic Come-Outers.

Mrs.Coffin silently held out both hands and Grace took them eagerly.
"Thank you for coming, Aunt Keziah," she said.

"I was sure you would." "Least I could do, deary," was the older woman's answer.