They sent for me -- I ca n't talk of it . '' Miss Cornelia wiped the tears from her kindly brown eyes and sewed in bitter silence for a few minutes . `` Well , '' she resumed , `` it was all over -- they buried little Kenneth in that graveyard over the harbor , and after a while Leslie went back to her school and her studies . She never mentioned Kenneth 's name -- I 've never heard it cross her lips from that day to this . I reckon that old hurt still aches and burns at times ; but she was only a child and time is real kind to children , Anne , dearie . After a while she began to laugh again -- she had the prettiest laugh . You do n't often hear it now . '' `` I heard it once the other night , '' said Anne . `` It IS a beautiful laugh . '' `` Frank West began to go down after Kenneth 's death . He was n't strong and it was a shock to him , because he was real fond of the child , though , as I 've said , Leslie was his favorite . He got mopy and melancholy , and could n't or would n't work . And one day , when Leslie was fourteen years of age , he hanged himself -- and in the parlor , too , mind you , Anne , right in the middle of the parlor from the lamp hook in the ceiling . Was n't that like a man ? It was the anniversary of his wedding day , too . Nice , tasty time to pick for it , was n't it ? And , of course , that poor Leslie had to be the one to find him . She went into the parlor that morning , singing , with some fresh flowers for the vases , and there she saw her father hanging from the ceiling , his face as black as a coal . It was something awful , believe ME ! '' `` Oh , how horrible ! ''
said XXXXX , shuddering .
Anne Cornelia Leslie West burns day minutes night right years