She finished her story by suddenly holding to view the long, bright ringlet which once adorned the fair head now resting in the grave.

Her plan was successful, for bursting into tears Harry wept nearly two hours.

From that time he seemed better, and was frequently found bathed in tears, and bending over Lizzie's Bible, which now was his daily companion.
Lucy, too, seemed greatly changed.

She had loved her sister as devotedly as one of her nature could love, and for her death she mourned sincerely.

Lizzie's words of love and gentle persuasion had not been without their effect, and when Mr.Dayton saw how kind, how affectionate and considerate of other people's feelings his daughter had become, he felt that Lizzie had not died in vain.
Seven times have the spring violets blossomed, seven times the flowers of summer bloomed, seven times have the autumnal stores been gathered in, and seven times have the winds of winter sighed over the New England hills since Lizzie was laid to rest.