So the tears soon dried, and the young faces looked up like flowers after rain.

But the heaven-sent shower sank into the earth, and they were the stronger, sweeter for it, more eager to make life brave and beautiful, because death had gently shown them what it should be.
When the boys came home they found their mother already returned, and Jill upon the parlor sofa listening to her account of the funeral with the same quiet, hopeful look which their own faces wore; for somehow the sadness seemed to have gone, and a sort of Sunday peace remained.
"I'm glad it was all so sweet and pleasant.

Come and rest, you look so tired;" and Jill held out her hands to greet them--a crumpled handkerchief in one and a little bunch of fading lilies in the other.
Jack sat down in the low chair beside her and leaned his head against the arm of the sofa, for he was tired.

But Frank walked slowly up and down the long rooms with a serious yet serene look on his face, for he felt as if he had learned something that day, and would always be the better for it.

Presently he said, stopping before his mother, who leaned in the easy-chair looking up at the picture of her boys' father,-- "I should like to have just such things said about me when I die." "So should I, if I deserved them as Ed did!" cried Jack, earnestly.
"You may if you try.