"Oh, she's still living here in town, but it blighted her whole life in a
way, although she was just in her teens when it happened. It helped her
to bear up, knowing he'd died such a hero. Some of the town people put up
a tombstone to his memory, with a beautiful inscription on it that the
summer people go to see, almost as much as the landing place of the
Pilgrims. She'll be true to his memory always, and it's something
beautiful to see her devotion to Emmett's father. She calls him 'Father'
Potter, and is always doing things for him. He's that old net-mender who
lives alone out on the edge of town near the cranberry bogs."

Cousin Mehitable took up the tale:

"I'll never forget if I live to be a hundred, what I saw on my way home
the night after Emmett was drowned. I was living here then, you know. I
was passing through Fishburn Court, and I thought I'd go in and speak a
word to Mr. Darcy, knowing how fond he'd always been of Emmett on account
of Dan and him being such friends. I went across that sandy place they
call the Court, to the row of cottages at the end. But I didn't see
anything until I had opened the Darcy's gate and stepped into the yard.
The house sits sideways to the Court, you know.

"The yellow blind was pulled down over the front window, but the lamp
threw a shadow on it, plain as a photograph. It was the shadow of the old
man, sitting there with his arms flung out across the table, and his head
bowed down on them. I was just hesitating, whether to knock or to slip
away, when I heard him groan, and sort of cry out, 'Oh, my Danny! My
Danny! If only you could have gone _that_ way.'"

Barbara, hearing a muffled sob behind her, turned to see the tears