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body, excepting dear Mrs. Page, calls
me Laura blunt.”

« How much like my dear Helen!”
exclaimed Mrs. Elmore, almost un-
consciously.

“That was my mother’s name,”
said Laura.

Mrs. Elmore, absorbed in her own
thoughts, did not notice the remark ;
but that evening, as she went out for
her usual walk, she invited the little
girl to accompany her.

“Have you ever walked in our
church-yard?” inquired Laura.

«“ Never,” was the reply; but there
was something that whispered this
question to her heart, “ Would it not
be well for one like you to converse
sometimes with death ?”

«My mamma,” said Laura, “ loved
to walk in the church-yard: when