She rode to the last resting-place of her husband--Elias also made a funny joke about his having merely changed _resting-places_--decked in a bonnet on which were many blossoms.

She had worn it through years when her heart mourned and life was bitter, when it seemed that God from His infinity had chosen her to suffer the cruellest hurts a woman may know--and now that He had set her free she was not the one to pretend grief with some lying pall of crepe.

And on the new bonnet she wore to church, the first Sabbath after, there still flowered above her somewhat drawn face the blossoms of an endless girlhood, as if they were rooted in her very heart.

Beneath these blossoms she sang her alto--such as it was--with just a hint of tossing defiance.

Yet there was no need for that.
Edom thought well of her.
No one was known to have mourned the departed save an inferior dog he had made his own and been kind to; but this creature had little sympathy or notice, though he was said to have waited three days and three nights on the new earth that topped the grave of Cousin Bill J.For, quite aside from his unfortunate connection, he had not been thought well of as a dog..