"
"Yes, and children, too. Be sure and say that, Dexie," added Georgie.
The inscription was soon written in Dexie's largest and clearest hand, and
it delighted the eyes of the little ones, who could easily read every word.
"Where did you get such a nice stone, Frankie?" she asked.
"Oh, down in the grave-stone shop. The man told me I could have it."
A sudden thought came into her mind, and she smiled as she asked:
"Could you get another piece as big as that, do you think?"
"Oh, yes; there is another piece like this. Someone broke a foot-stone, and
it is no good, the man said. I'll go and get it, if you want it."
"Oh, will you? then run quickly. I'll make you a new kite, if you will
hurry."
In a very short time Frankie was back with the stone, Georgie, meanwhile,
being engaged in setting up the cat's monument.
"What do you want with the stone, Dexie?" he asked, as he regarded her
attentively.
"Come with me, Frankie, and I will show you," and she led him upstairs to
the upper hall.
"I want to play a trick on Mr. Plaisted; but I can't, unless you will help
me."
"Oh, I'll do anything you tell me," his eyes eager for any fun.
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