"I suppose I may be allowed to ask for Dixon's company for an hour or so; we have something to do together before we leave." The consent given, the two walked away, as by previous appointment, to Hamley churchyard, where he was to point out to her the exact spot where he wished to be buried.

Trampling over the long, rank grass, but avoiding passing directly over any of the thickly-strewn graves, he made straight for one spot--a little space of unoccupied ground close by, where Molly, the pretty scullery-maid, lay: Sacred to the Memory of MARY GREAVES.
Born 1797.

Died 1818.
"We part to meet again." "I put this stone up over her with my first savings," said he, looking at it; and then, pulling out his knife, he began to clean out the letters.
"I said then as I would lie by her.

And it'll be a comfort to think you'll see me laid here.

I trust no one'll be so crabbed as to take a fancy to this 'ere spot of ground." Ellinor grasped eagerly at the only pleasure which her money enabled her to give to the old man: and promised him that she would take care and buy the right to that particular piece of ground.