Susannah brought her little store and lined the earth first with the garments.
"You may want some of those things of your own, ma'am," said the Danite.
She paid no heed; when she had made the couch to her mind she signed to him to lay Halsey and the child in it, which he did.

She herself stooped in the grave to clasp the dead man's hands more tightly over the little one's form, and her last touch was to stroke Halsey's hair from off the brow.

She laid the baby playthings at Halsey's feet; she unlocked the box and took from it all the household treasures that so far she had sought to keep--some silver, a few small ornaments, a few books, and Halsey's Book of Mormon, in which was written their marriage and the baby's birth.

She brought a silken shawl, the one bit of finery that remained from her girlish days.

She covered her dead with it very carefully, tucking it in as though they slept; then she moved away, wringing her hands and heaving convulsive sighs.