SOWING SEEDS
THE next week was very wet, and Dot's mother would not let her go into
the cemetery. So she sat at home by the fire with her doll upon her
knee, wondering what her little girl was doing, and whether she was
really in the sky. Then she listened to the rain pattering against the
window-panes, and thought how wet the little grave would be, and how
bare it must look, now there were no daisies upon it. Dot hoped very,
very much that her little girl was not inside.
Every time that Solomon passed to and from work, Dot was at the window
to nod to him. He missed her very much this rainy weather; but he had
to go on with his work in the cold and damp, just as usual. It was
a great cheer to the old man to see the little face at the window,
morning and evening; and sometimes Dot's mother was there too. Dot
would pull her by the apron when she saw her old friend coming.
"Mother," she would say, "here's my Mr. Solemn!"
And then her mother would run with her to the window, to see the old
grave-digger pass.
But as soon as the sunshine came, and the grass began to be dry, Dot
was by Solomon's side again. She walked with him to the cemetery,
though, as soon as they reached the gates, she ran quickly forward to
look at her little girl's grave. But when she got to the place she
stood still in amazement. It looked quite different from what it did
when she was there last. The sides of the grave were covered with nice
soft grass, which looked green and fresh after the rain. Then the top
of the grave was quite flat and smooth like a flower-bed, and in the
middle of it was a small rose tree.
Dot ran round the grave several times, to look at all these changes.
Then she sat beside it, and patted the grass, and smoothed the mound,
and admired the rose bush.
After a time she went to look for Solomon, to tell him what she had
found.
"Oh, Mr. Solemn," she cried, "my little girl's grave is ever so pretty!"
"Yes," he said, "I know it is, Dot; a man came and did it a week ago—I
think it was the lady's gardener. I thought I wouldn't tell you, my
little dear—you'd be more surprised like."
"Oh, Mr. Solemn, did you see the rose tree?"
"Yes, I saw it, Dot."
"Mr. Solemn, I know what I'll do; I'll put you a rose tree on your
grave when you die—a real nice one, I will."
The old man took her up in his arms and kissed her, and then he went on
with his usual work.
It was a bright summer's morning not long after, when Dot saw the
two little girls who had walked behind the lady and gentleman at the
funeral coming in at the cemetery gate. The elder of them had a green
watering-can in her hand, and her sister had a small covered basket.
Dot followed them at a little distance, and watched them going to the
quiet corner of the cemetery.
But before they went in among the trees they turned round and caught
sight of Dot. Their mamma had told them to look out for her, so they
came back to meet her.
"Are you Dot?" said the elder sister.
"Yes," said Dot shyly.
"Mamma told us about you," said Violet.
"And she thought you would help us," Ethel went on. "We're going to sow
some seeds on Lilian's grave—are we not, Violet?"
"Yes," said Violet. "Gardener wanted to do it, but papa says we may do
it quite by ourselves. Come, Dot, you shall walk with us."
So the three children went hand in hand to the little grave.
It was a long business sowing the seeds; but when the little brown
things were put safely in, and Dot had given the earth a last pat with
her hand, Violet said they must be watered.
"Dot," she said, "where can we get some water?"
Dot ran with the green watering-can to the pump near the cemetery
gates, and soon returned with the water, with which Violet carefully
watered the earth where the seeds had been put in.
"They ought to be watered every day," she said; "gardener always waters
his seeds every day. They won't spring up if they haven't enough water,
will they, Ethel? What are we to do about it?"
"Please, I'll do them," said little Dot.
"Oh, will you?" said Violet. "That will be a very good plan, won't it,
Ethel?"
"Yes," said her sister; "and we can leave Dot the small can."
"But you must hold it up as high as you can, Dot," said Violet, "and do
it very gently, or you will wash the seeds out of the ground. Do you
think you can manage?"
"Yes," said Dot gravely, as though impressed with the greatness of her
trust. "Will the little girl like them?" she asked, as they walked away.
"What little girl?" asked Ethel.
"Your little girl," said Dot, nodding in the direction of the grave.
"What, Lilian?" said Ethel. "Yes, I'm sure she will like them if she
knows. But, then, you see, I'm not quite sure if she does."
"Perhaps Jesus will let her fly down and look at them," said Violet.
"Oh, I don't think she would want to come, Violet," said her sister;
"she would have so many pretty flowers to look at up there."
"Then she is in the sky?" said Dot, standing quite still and fixing her
eyes earnestly on the two little girls.
"Yes," said Violet in a shocked voice; "didn't you know that, Dot? But
you're such a tiny little thing isn't she, Ethel?"
"But, please," said Dot eagerly, "I saw Mr. Solemn put her in, right
down among my daisies in a white box, and, please, I would so like to
know how she got out."
"She didn't get out," said Ethel.
"Because she never went in," Violet went on; "she told mamma so, you
know, before she died."
"Then, please," said Dot, "wasn't she in the little box?"
"Yes, she was—at least—no, she wasn't. I wish mamma was here," said
Ethel; "she could tell you how it was. That was her body, you know, in
here; her soul was in the sky."
"I don't quite see," said Dot, being puzzled.
"Why, this is your body, Dot," said Violet, taking hold of Dot's arm,
and giving it a little pat.
"But, please, that's my arm," said little Dot in a very bewildered
voice.
"Yes," explained Ethel, "but all this is your body, Dot—all over you;
your soul's inside somewhere, where you can't see it."
"I should like to see my soul," said little Dot.
"Oh, but you never could!" said Violet. "Could she, Ethel?"
"No, I think not," said Ethel. "Perhaps when we get to heaven we shall."