Once inside the wicket, Janet would have been content to sit on the steps which led up to the church, but she found that she could not see over the wall; so they began to climb upwards. And the place was so pretty, and, moreover, so unlike anything that Lily had ever seen, that they went on and on, till they reached the top of the bank, and saw before them the beautiful old church, with a wide, low porch; and between them and it a number of graves. All were nicely kept, but two were quite beautiful, covered completely with blue and white flowers, while the grass surrounding them was like velvet. Round the white marble cross at the head of one grave, a white clematis was trained so skilfully that the inscription was not obscured. The other grave had a cross, but it was of wood, and round it clung a rose-tree, with small crimson roses in great profusion. But here, too, the growth was not allowed to interfere with the inscription. "Oh, mother, is not that lovely? What constant care some one must take of these two graves—such little graves, too! These must be the two the landlady spoke of; we must hear the story. I wonder why one has a marble cross and the other only a wooden one?" While Lily spoke, they were drawing nearer to the little graves, and now the girl began to read aloud— "'Charles William Wentworth, only child of Dr. Alexander Wentworth and Lucy, his wife. Died April 3, 18—, aged seven years.'" Suddenly her mother caught her by the arm, and said in a low, strange voice— "Lily! The other—look at it, read it!" Lily was frightened, and she was more frightened when she saw her mother's face. She looked at the wooden cross, and exclaimed— "Oh, mother, what can it mean?" "Read it to me; I may have read it wrong. Be quick, Lily, read it." And Lily read— "'Frank. Died September 14, 18—, aged about seven years. He laid down his life to save his brother's. His last words were a message to his mother, to tell her he had taken care of Fred.'" "Oh, mother, mother, what does it mean?" "That I have found one of my little boys," Janet said, and she trembled so that Lily put her arms round her and tried to hold her up. A step rang on the gravel, a young man came round the corner of the church and stopped short on seeing strangers near the graves he came to visit. Lily, though usually very shy, was so beside herself with fright, that she called aloud to him— "Please, please come here; mother is ill, and I am afraid she will fall!" The stranger was at her side in a moment. "Has she fainted? I'll carry her up to the seat in the porch, and run for water." But Janet had not fainted, and now she steadied herself, laid her hand on his arm, and said— "Tell me what this means, if you are Fred?" pointing to the wooden cross.