They looked and wondered in hushed bewilderment, and went their ways.

It was evidently an occasion when children were to keep more than usually quiet--and was it really Teacher in that strange deep box?
It was rather meaningless, but it was certainly very strange and solemn, and you were allowed to cry.
Of the others who came to see Jenny, I shall not speak,--the vulgar sight-seers, the creepy old women, connoisseurs in beautiful death, for whom a neighbour's funeral was like an invitation to the grand opera, but on whom perhaps one should not be too severe, for even such coarse sensitiveness to a mystery is the crude beginning of the poetic.
The night before Jenny was given back to the elements Theophil dreamed a dream, and afterwards he liked to think that he had dreamed it while Jenny's body was still in the house with him, for then it might be interpreted that her spirit was still there too, waiting for its final release from the clay which God had sent her to animate for a while, as an artist imprisons a lovely thought in a vase of alabaster.
Theophil dreamed that he and some friends were gay together in a room, just before setting out for a theatre; and as they laughed and talked there came a little tapping on the wall, so that they grew silent and listened.

Then through the wall was heard a faint but glad little voice speaking.

It was Jenny's voice.
"I can hear you all," she said; "you are off to the theatre.

I wish I were going with you.