"You must have a shawl and hat, for the air begins to grow cool," said Mr.
Dinsmore to his daughter.
"Yes, massa, I'se brought dem," said Chloe, hurrying up almost out of
breath, with the required articles in her hand.
"Thank you, mammy, you are always careful of your nursling;" Elsie said,
smilingly, as the shawl was wrapped carefully about her shoulders and the
hat placed upon her head.
Her father drew her hand within his arm and led her across the lawn.
"There is one spot, very dear to us both, which we have not yet visited,"
he said, low and feelingly, "and I have rather wondered at your delay in
asking me to take you there."
She understood him. "Yes, sir," she said, "I should have done so last
evening, but that you looked weary. It has hardly been out of my mind
since we came, and I have only waited for a suitable time."
"None could be better than the present," he answered.
On a gently sloping hillside, and beneath the shade of a beautiful
magnolia, they found what they sought: a grave, with a headstone on which
was carved the inscription:
"Fell asleep in Jesus,
March 15, 18--,
ELSIE, WIFE OF HORACE DINSMORE,
and only remaining child of
WILLIAM AND ELSPETH GRAYSON,
Aged 16 years, and 2 weeks.
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