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‘
In
the
churchyard
?
’
returned
the
sexton
,
‘
Not
I
.
’
‘
I
have
seen
some
flowers
and
little
shrubs
about
,
’
the
child
rejoined
;
‘
there
are
some
over
there
,
you
see
.
I
thought
they
were
of
your
rearing
,
though
indeed
they
grow
but
poorly
.
’
‘
They
grow
as
Heaven
wills
,
’
said
the
old
man
;
‘
and
it
kindly
ordains
that
they
shall
never
flourish
here
.
’
‘
I
do
not
understand
you
.
’
‘
Why
,
this
it
is
,
’
said
the
sexton
.
‘
They
mark
the
graves
of
those
who
had
very
tender
,
loving
friends
.
’
‘
I
was
sure
they
did
!
’
the
child
exclaimed
.
‘
I
am
very
glad
to
know
they
do
!
’
‘
Aye
,
’
returned
the
old
man
,
‘
but
stay
.
Look
at
them
.
See
how
they
hang
their
heads
,
and
droop
,
and
wither
.
Do
you
guess
the
reason
?
’
‘
No
,
’
the
child
replied
.
‘
Because
the
memory
of
those
who
lie
below
,
passes
away
so
soon
.
At
first
they
tend
them
,
morning
,
noon
,
and
night
;
they
soon
begin
to
come
less
frequently
;
from
once
a
day
,
to
once
a
week
;
from
once
a
week
to
once
a
month
;
then
,
at
long
and
uncertain
intervals
;
then
,
not
at
all
.
Such
tokens
seldom
flourish
long
.
I
have
known
the
briefest
summer
flowers
outlive
them
.
’
