The next morning word came that old Mr. Lawrence was dead . When I hurried down to Woodlands I found all in confusion , but Mrs. Yeats took me into the blue parlour and told me what little there was to tell . `` He must have died soon after you left him , Miss Jeanette , '' she sobbed , `` for Mrs. Stewart wakened at ten o'clock and he was gone . He lay there , smiling , with such a strange look on his face as if he had just seen something that made him wonderfully happy . I never saw such a look on a dead face before . '' `` Who is here besides Mrs. Stewart ? '' I asked . `` Nobody , '' said Mrs. Yeats . `` We have sent word to all his friends but they have not had time to arrive here yet . '' `` I met a young girl in the garden last night , '' I said slowly . `` She came into the house . I did not know her but I thought she must be a relative of Mr. Lawrence 's . '' Mrs. Yeats shook her head . `` No . It must have been somebody from the village , although I did n't know of anyone calling after you went away . '' I said nothing more to her about it . After the funeral Mrs. Stewart gave me Margaret 's miniature . I had never seen it or any picture of Margaret before . The face was very lovely -- also strangely like my own , although I am not beautiful . It was the face of the young girl I had met at the gate !
The Light on the Big Dipper `` Do n't let Nellie run out of doors , Mary XXXXX , and be careful of the fire , Mary Margaret .
Jeanette Lawrence Margaret Stewart Woodlands Yeats left night o'clock parlour