meant it all right, and I bless her for it, and am glad she said it, but
she must not look at me when I'm dead. The freckles she dislikes so much
will show plainer then. Don't let her come near, or, if she must, cover
me up--cover me up--cover me from her sight."

Thus he talked, and Daisy, who knew what he meant, wept silently by his
side, and kept the sheet closely drawn over the hands he was so anxious
to have hidden from her view. He knew her at last, and bade her a long
farewell, and told her she had been to him the dearest thing in life,
and Daisy's arm was round him, supporting him upon the pillow, and
Daisy's hand wiped the death moisture from his brow, and Daisy's lips
were pressed to his dying face, and her ear caught his last faint
whisper:

"God bless you, darling! I am going home! Good-by!"

"The man in the corner--that other one"--had claimed him, and Daisy put
gently from her only the lifeless form which had once been Tom.

They buried him there in France on a sunny slope, where the grass was
green and the flowers blossomed in the early spring, and when Mr.
McDonald examined his papers he found to his surprise that, with the
exception of an annuity to himself and several legacies to different
charitable institutions, Tom had left to Daisy his entire fortune,
stipulating only that one-tenth of all her income should be yearly given
back to God, who had a right to it.