So Mr.
Hastings yielded, and on the morning of the third day, Dora
watched with blinding tears the long procession winding slowly
down the avenue, and out into the highway towards the village
depot, where the shrieking of the engine, and the rattling of the
car bell would be the only requiem tolled for Ella Hastings, as
she was borne rapidly away from a spot which had been her home for
one brief year.
The little Ella was in Dora's arms, and as she, too, saw the
handsome steeds and moving carriages, she laughed aloud, and
patted the window-pane with her tiny baby hands. Dear little one!
she did not know--would never know, how much she was bereaved;
but Dora knew, and her tears fell all the faster when she thought
that she, too, must leave her, for her aunt had said to Mr.
Hastings, that after the funeral Dora must go home, adding, that
Mrs. Leah would take care of Ella until his return. So, when the
hum of voices and the tread of feet had ceased, when the shutters
were closed and the curtains dropped, Eugenia came for her to go,
while Mrs.
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