Then she rose up and went about her usual duties, just as if this horrible dread were not upon us.
Mary Baines and her children stayed in the house.

Next day, about noon, the little lad died.
It was the first death that had ever happened under our roof.

It shocked us all very much, especially the children.

We kept them far away on the other side of the house--out of the house, when possible--but still they would be coming back and looking up at the window, at which, as Muriel declared, the little sick boy "had turned into an angel and flown away." The mother allowed the fancy to remain; she thought it wrong and horrible that a child's first idea should be "putting into the pit-hole." Truer and more beautiful was Muriel's instinctive notion of "turning into an angel and flying away." So we arranged that the poor little body should be coffined and removed before the children rose next morning.
It was a very quiet tea-time.

A sense of awe was upon the little ones, they knew not why.