are they gone for? and what are you doing?"

"We're holding you up, grandmother; you tremble, dear; you can hardly
stand. Won't you sit down?"

"Won't I what?" she repeated. "I don't hear;" and she began to move
with their help and that of her staff to the balustrade.

The old ; the constant ; gazing at the bed of lilies, and
talking to herself as, with her trembling hand to her brow, she peered
out towards the arbour. They were words of no particular significance
that she said; but just as the nurse came back bringing her a cordial,
she turned round and repeated them distinctly, and with a  that
was almost awful.

"They all helped to dig it; and they know they did."

Words that appeared to be so far from the tragical recollection which
must have first caused this disturbance in her poor mind; but her
grand-daughter thought proper to make her some kind of answer.

"Did they, grandmother?" she said in a soothing tone, "and a very good
 too."

She stopped short, for upon the aged face fell suddenly such a look of
wordnetfear, such renewed intelligence seemed to peer out of the