Col. S. We'll walk down through the garden; we must go there.

Mrs. S. I left that for the last. I knew you wanted to go down
to--the grave.

Col. S. (quiet for a moment, then with an effort). He loved this
home, didn't he, mother?

Mrs. S. Yes, he was very happy here. That tree near by the
gate--the one we call "Phil's tree"--is the place I love best now.

[She takes his hand and quietly they exit (Right) by gate leading
to graveyard.

[Enter from the house Aunt Marthy with a small bell in in her
hand. She looks about as though to ring the bell. Stops,
as she glances toward the graveyard.

Aunt M. Dey's down dar by Mars Phil's grave. I know'd
dey'd go dar las' thing, fo' de come in fo' de night. 'Pears like Mistis
got ter go dar every evenin' 'bout sunset. 'Pears like hit comfort
her mightily, arter she set dar fer a while by de grave and smove
down the grass wid her hands and spred out de fresh flowers she
bring him. It seems like she happier den she bin all day. She just
come out smilin' ter herself, like she ant smile since fo' de war brek
out. I reckon de supper kin wait.

[Exit by side of the house.