AsMeglistened，shefeltthatshehaddonewell；fornotonlydidthemomentcomfortherwiththeassurancethatJohn’slastlullabywassungbytheyoungvoiceshelovedsowell，butinthefacesoftheboysshesawthattheyhadcaughtaglimpseofthebeautyofvirtueinitsmostimpressiveform，andthatthememoryofthegoodmanlyingdeadbeforethemwouldlivelongandhelpfullyintheirremembrance。Daisy’sheadlayinherlap，andDemiheldherhand，lookingoftenather，witheyessolikehisfather’s，andalittlegesturethatseemedtosay，“Don’tbetroubled，mother；Iamhere；“andallaboutherwerefriendstoleanuponandlove；
sopatient，piousMegputbyherheavygrief，feelingthatherbesthelpwouldbetoliveforothers，asherJohnhaddone。
Thatevening，asthePlumfieldboyssatonthesteps，asusual，inthemildSeptembermoonlight，theynaturallyfelltotalkingoftheeventoftheday。
Emilbeganbybreakingout，inhisimpetuousway，“UncleFritzisthewisest，andUncleLauriethejolliest，butUncleJohnwasthebest；andI’dratherbelikehimthananymanIeversaw。“
“SowouldI。DidyouhearwhatthosegentlemensaidtoGrandpato-day？