Another day dawned, and grew, and spread its sunshine in the earth.

Aunt Hannah brought comforting news to the failing mother, and a happy note, which said again, "We have but a little time to wait, darling mother, then we shall be together." The deep note of a bell came moaning down the wind.
"Aunt Hannah, it is tolling.

Some poor soul is at rest.

As I shall be soon.

You will not let her forget me ?" "Oh, God knows she never will!" "Do not you hear strange noises, Aunt Hannah?
It sounds like the shuffling of many feet." "We hoped you would not hear it, dear.