Next morning mother was busy, so she had no time then. Father,
Shelley, and I rode on the front seat, mother, May, and Sally on
the back, while the boys started early and walked.

When we reached the top of the hill, the road was lined with
carriages, wagons, spring wagons, and saddle horses. Father
found a place for our team and we went down the walk between the
hitching rack and the cemetery fence. Mother opened the gate and
knelt beside two small graves covered with grass, shaded by
yellow rose bushes, and marked with little white stones. She
laid some flowers on each and wiped the dust from the carved
letters with her handkerchief. The little sisters who had
scarlet fever and whooping cough lay there. Mother was still a
minute and then she said softly: "`The Lord has given and the
Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.'"

She was very pale when she came to us, but her eyes were bright
and she smiled as she put her arms around as many of us as she
could reach.

"What a beautiful horse!" said Sally. "Look at that saddle and
bridle! The Pryor girl is here."

"Why should she come?" asked Shelley.

"To show her fine clothes and queen it over us!"

"Children, children!" said mother. "`Judge not!' This is a
house of worship. The Lord may be drawing her in His own way.
It is for us to help Him by being kind and making her welcome."