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‘
I
grieve
to
hear
it
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
Ah
!
so
say
the
gentlefolks
who
come
down
here
to
look
about
them
,
’
returned
the
old
man
,
shaking
his
head
,
‘
but
I
say
otherwise
.
“
It
’
s
a
pretty
custom
you
have
in
this
part
of
the
country
,
”
they
say
to
me
sometimes
,
“
to
plant
the
graves
,
but
it
’
s
melancholy
to
see
these
things
all
withering
or
dead
.
”
I
crave
their
pardon
and
tell
them
that
,
as
I
take
it
,
‘
tis
a
good
sign
for
the
happiness
of
the
living
.
And
so
it
is
.
It
’
s
nature
.
’
‘
Perhaps
the
mourners
learn
to
look
to
the
blue
sky
by
day
,
and
to
the
stars
by
night
,
and
to
think
that
the
dead
are
there
,
and
not
in
graves
,
’
said
the
child
in
an
earnest
voice
.
‘
Perhaps
so
,
’
replied
the
old
man
doubtfully
.
‘
It
may
be
.
’
‘
Whether
it
be
as
I
believe
it
is
,
or
no
,
’
thought
the
child
within
herself
,
‘
I
’
ll
make
this
place
my
garden
.
It
will
be
no
harm
at
least
to
work
here
day
by
day
,
and
pleasant
thoughts
will
come
of
it
,
I
am
sure
.
’
Her
glowing
cheek
and
moistened
eye
passed
unnoticed
by
the
sexton
,
who
turned
towards
old
David
,
and
called
him
by
his
name
.
It
was
plain
that
Becky
Morgan
’
s
age
still
troubled
him
;
though
why
,
the
child
could
scarcely
understand
.
The
second
or
third
repetition
of
his
name
attracted
the
old
man
’
s
attention
.
Pausing
from
his
work
,
he
leant
on
his
spade
,
and
put
his
hand
to
his
dull
ear
.
‘
Did
you
call
?
’
he
said
.
‘
I
have
been
thinking
,
Davy
,
’
replied
the
sexton
,
‘
that
she
,
’
he
pointed
to
the
grave
,
‘
must
have
been
a
deal
older
than
you
or
me
.
’
‘
Seventy
-
nine
,
’
answered
the
old
man
with
a
shake
of
the
head
,
‘
I
tell
you
that
I
saw
it
.
’
