She didn't cry at all, but nearly every one did in the adjoining room,
where they said to each other, "Ole Miss is takin' leave and don't sense
it an atom." The little girl was held up by Jake, who made her kiss her
mother.

"Mamma's s'eep," the child said, as she kissed the pale lips which would
never smile on her again.

There was a fresh outburst of sobs and tears from the spectators, and
then the coffin was closed, and the procession took its way across the
hot sands to the little enclosure in the clearing, where other members
of the Harris family were buried. Remembering the impatience of the
people in the house, Mr. Mason wished to shorten the service at the
grave, but Jake said: "No. We'll have the whole figger for Miss Dory."
Mr. Mason went the whole figure with uncovered head under the broiling
sun, and when he was through he felt as if his brains were baked. The
Crackers did not seem to mind the heat at all. They were accustomed to
it, and after their return from the grave, stayed round until the white
mule and sail-topped shay were brought up for Mr. Mason's return to the
hotel.

As Jake was very busy, a young negro boy was sent in his place.
Naturally loquacious, he kept up a constant stream of talk, but as he
stammered frightfully the most Mr. Mason could understand was that Miss
Dory was a dandy, ole Miss 'onery, whatever that might mean, and Jake a
big head, who thought he knew everything because he was free and could
read.

The next day was Sunday, and Mr. Mason took for the subject of his
remarks in the parlor of the hotel the story of Lazarus and Dives, and