Her Faithful Knight — page 293: what you’re looking at

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The Exhumation. 289 me, and perhaps in time marry his pretty cousin and be very happy. That is what I have always heard men do. And I shall live abroad, a widow without ever having had a husband, and shall always wear the wedding-ring he put upon my finger.” From her window, which overlooked the garden at the back, came a sound of singing in a clear, high, bird-like voice, as joyous as a skylark’s.* Dorothy got up and, peep- ing from behind her blind, beheld Rosa in a coarse apron over a tucked-up black serge gown, engaged in digging the bare flower-beds with a large spade. She was rosy with her exertions and looked the picture of health and prettiness as she caroled forth blithely the somewhat in- appropriate words: Oh hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea! Dorothy learned later that Rosa spent her life singing hymns, her preference being given to those of a mourn- ful nature. Knowing but little of music, and being as- siduous in church attendance, attracted thereto a good deal by the personal attractions of the curate. she in- stinctively broke into the tunes and words with which constant repetition had made her familiar, cheerily mak- ing the beds while chirping: As the tree falls so shall it lie, As a man lives so shall he die! and working her sewing machine to the dirge-like refrain of the “Pilgrims of the Night.” It was as yet only half-past six o’clock, but Rosa’s en- ergy was insatiable. At eight o’clock breakfast she was as bright and fresh to look at as a newly-awakeaeditahoye cS (E) im