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There were few birds to welcome her in the grim November morning, but the grasses stole close and whispered that very soon the thrush and the nightingale would be coming, that the violets were already on their way, and that when May was there she should lie all day in a bed of perfume. For very dear to Nature's heart are the Little Dead. THERE WERE FEW BIRDS TO WELCOME HER IN THE GRIM NOVEMBER MORNING BUT THE GRASSES STOLE CLOSE AND WHISPERED THAT VERY SOON THE THRUSH AND THE NIGHTINGALE WOULD BE COMING THAT THE VIOLETS WERE ALREADY ON THEIR WAY AND THAT WHEN MAY WAS THERE SHE SHOULD LIE ALL DAY IN A BED OF PERFUME FOR VERY DEAR TO NATURE'S HEART ARE THE LITTLE DEAD
miling, Daddy—" Then lower, "You will not make me kiss her any more, will you, Daddy?"— Beatrice had gone to snatch an hour or two's sleep, so she never heard this, and it was no mere cowardly consolation for Antony to think afterwards that no one but he and his little child had known of that fatal afternoon in the wood. The dead understand all,—yes, even the dead we have murdered. But the living can never be told a secret such as that which Antony and his little daughter, whose soul was really grown up, though she spoke still in baby language, shared immortally between them. When Beatrice returned to the room Wonder was sleeping peacefully again, but at the chill hour when watchers blow out the night-lights, and a dreary greyness comes like a fog through the curtains, Antony and Beatrice fell into each other's arms in anguish, for Wonder was dead. CHAPTER XIV A SONG OF THE LITTLE DEAD They carried little Wonder to a green churchyard, a place of kind old trees and tender country bells.  SECTION THREE CHAPTERS FOURTEEN THROUGH TWENTY THREE OF THE WORSHIPER OF THE IMAGE BY RICHARD LA GALLIENNE THIS LIBER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RECORDING BY HOLLY MC GUIRE CHAPTER FOURTEEN A SONG OF THE LITTLE DEAD THEY CARRIED LITTLE WONDER TO A GREEN CHURCHYARD A PLACE OF KIND OLD TREES AND TENDER COUNTRY BELLS
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