88 Make-Believe

had been prepared
for it. But Doris
forgot her attitude
of. mute compliance
with the harsh de-
crees of fate.

“Tet me look at her once more,” she
cried, entreatingly.

‘What is the use?” asked her com-
panion ; but none the less he knelt beside
the little pit and lifted the lid of the box.
The waxen creature’s eyes were still closed,
and he knelt regarding it until he heard a
sob from Doris. Then he let the cover fall
very gently and rose to his feet. ‘“ What
comes next?” he asked, touching the child’s
hair lightly, and watching her sad face
closely.

“T must say good-bye,” said Doris. ‘“‘Good-
bye! Good-bye!”

“ And now,” he said, “shall J throw in
the earth?”

“You must,” said Doris ; and the Visitor
took a spade from the hedge-side.