The baby was buried at sea. One of the seamen, who was clever with
tools, made a smooth little casket, and the small form was laid out in
it, dressed in such finery as it had acquired during the brief earthly
sojourn. The contralto who had had babies herself, in her time, offered
some very life-like artificial roses which she was accustomed to wear
in the _Chimes of Normandy_. The roses were pinned at the waist of the
little dress. Somebody muttered a fragment of prayer, and the cover was
fitted on.
Lili was sobbing hysterically, and Jerome stood near her, his hands over
his face.
It was a quiet night, with a few stars. The casket was lowered gently in
the dark. And the little mascot was gone from them forever.