“ She warn’t, sir,” said Sloppy, taking this ghostly counsel rather ill, in behalf of his late benefactress. “Let us speak for ourselves, sir. She went through with whatever duty she had to do. She went through with me, she went through with the Minders, she went through with herself, she went through with everythink. O Mrs. Higden, Mrs. Higden, you was a woman and a mother and a mangler in a million million!”

With those heartfelt words, Sloppy removed his dejected head from the church door, and took it back to the grave in the corner, and laid it down there, and wept alone. “Not a very poor grave,” said the Reverend Frank Milvey, brushing his hand across his eyes, “when it has that homely figure on it. Richer, I think, than it could be made by most of the sculpture in Westminster Abbey!”