"Come on, Henry; we're going now," said Miss Morgan, and drew the lad
up with her hand.

"Whur to?" asked Bud, who knew the answer instinctively.

"Home," replied the little woman, who knew that the boy knew, and who
was sure that he had consented. "Our home--yours and mine."

The boy arose, still holding her hand, and looked toward the grave
with the flowers strewn over it. He gripped her hand tightly--so
tightly that it pained her--and sobbed, as he faced away from her: "O
pop!"

Then they walked on in silence, till they came up with Piggy, who had
gone a few steps ahead. It was Bud who spoke first. He said: "You
don't live far from Piggy's, do you, Miss Morgan?"

And Piggy Pennington pointed his finger at Bud's dripping eyes and
grinned, while Miss Morgan smiled happily at the clouds.

[Illustration: _Miss Morgan smiled happily at the clouds_.]




"WHILE THE EVIL DAYS COME NOT"


THE RHYME OF MIGNONETTE