This story, told in old Sam's peculiar way, had the desired effect, and the tears which refused to start even at the sight of 'Lina dead, flowed freely for the little ones over whom Rachel wept, refusing to be comforted.
"I can cry dreffully now, Miss Alice, I'se sorry, Miss 'Lina is dead, very sorry.

She never can come back any more, can she ?" Mug sobbed, running up to Alice, and hiding her face in her dress.
And this was about as real as any grief expressed by the blacks for 'Lina.

Poor 'Lina, she had taken no pains to win affection while she was living, and she could not expect to be missed much when she was gone.
Hugh mourned for her the most, more even than his mother or Densie Densmore--the latter of whom seemed crazier than ever, shutting herself entirely in her room, and refusing to be present at the funeral.

'Lina had been ashamed of her, she said, and she would not disgrace her by claiming relationship now that she was dead, so with eyes whose blackness was dimmed by tears, she watched from her window the procession moving from the yard, across the fields, and out to the hillside, where the Spring Bank dead were buried, and where on the last day of blooming, beautiful May, they laid 'Lina to rest, forgetting all her faults, and speaking only kindly words of her as they went slowly back to the house, from which she had gone forever..