Jonah and Clara stared, puzzled by the noise, when they saw an old man in the rear of the yard in a top hat and a frock coat, clinging to a marble cross.

He lurched round, and instantly Clara, with a gasp of amazement and shame, recognized her father.
She moved into the shadows of a house, humiliated to her soul by this exhibition; but Jonah laughed, in spite of himself, at the figure cut by Dad among the ready-made monuments.

As he laughed, Dad caught sight of him, and clinging to a marble angel with one arm for support, beckoned wildly with the other.
"Come here--come here," he cried between his sobs.

"I'm all alone with the dead, and nobody to shed a tear 'cep' meself.

Shame on you, shame on you," he cried, raising his voice in bitter grief, "to pass the poor fellows in their graves without sheddin' tear!" He stopped and stared with drunken gravity at the name on the nearest tombstone, trying to read the words which danced before his eyes in the clear light.