Having gone through so much, it occurred to Mrs. Wilcox that the time had now come to look a little on the bright side of things. "Well," she began with a faint perfunctory sigh, "I am thankful we've had a fine day. The sunshine makes one hope. You'll remember, Molly, it was just the same at your poor father's funeral. We had a sudden gleam of sunlight between the showers. There were showers, for my new crape was ruined. And in December we might have had snow or pouring rain--so bad for the clergyman--and gentlemen, if they take their hats off. Some don't; and very sensible too. They catch such awful colds at funerals, standing about in their wet feet, and no one likes to be the first to put up an umbrella. I didn't see Captain Stanistreet in the church--did you?--nor yet at the grave. Rather strange of him. I think under the circumstances he might have come--Nevill's oldest friend. Did you know Miss Batchelor was in church! She was. Not in the chancel--away at the back. You couldn't see her. I think it showed very nice feeling in her to come, and to send those lovely roses too--from her own greenhouse. I must say everybody has been most kind, and there wasn't a hitch in the arrangements. I often think you have only to be in real trouble to know who your true friends are. I'm sure the sympathy--and the flowers--you wouldn't have known he was lying in his little coffin--and Swinny--that woman has feeling. I saw her--sobbing as if her heart would break. We misjudged her, Molly, we did indeed. Really, her devotion at the last--" At this point Molly turned her back on her mother and looked out of the window. They were going up the village street now, and a hard tearless face was presented to a highly emotional group of spectators. All Drayton Parva was alive to the fact that Mrs. Nevill Tyson was an unnatural mother. "I'm sure the villagers did everything they could to show their respect. There was Pinker's father, and Ashby, at the gate--with their hats off. And for Baby--poor little darling, if he only knew! Well, it shows what they think of you and Nevill. You've got mud on your skirt, dear--off the wheel getting into the carriage. Pinker should have been more careful. How wise you were to get that good serge. It's everlasting. At any rate it'll last you as long as you want it. Ah-h! My poor child"--she laid her hand on Mrs. Nevill Tyson's averted shoulder--"you'll _not_ fret, will you, now? No--you're too brave, I know. The more I think of it the more I feel that it's all for the best. Think--if he'd lived to be older you'd have cared more, and it would have been harder then--when he was running about and playing. You can't have the same feeling for a little baby. And he was so delicate, too, you really couldn't have wished it. He had your father's constitution. And if you'd tried to teach him anything, he'd just have got water on the brain. Ah-h-h-h! Depend upon it, it'll bring you and Nevill closer together."