`` Oh , the poor lamb -- the poor lamb ! How can she bear it , Miss Cuthbert ? I am afraid it will kill her . She has been that built up and happy , longing for that baby , and planning for it . Can not anything be done nohow , Miss Cuthbert ? '' `` I 'm afraid not , Susan . Gilbert says there is no hope . He knew from the first the little thing could n't live . '' `` And it is such a sweet baby , '' sobbed Susan . `` I never saw one so white -- they are mostly red or yallow . And it opened its big eyes as if it was months old . The little , little thing ! Oh , the poor , young Mrs. Doctor ! '' At sunset the little soul that had come with the dawning went away , leaving heartbreak behind it . Miss Cornelia took the wee , white lady from the kindly but stranger hands of the nurse , and dressed the tiny waxen form in the beautiful dress Leslie had made for it . Leslie had asked her to do that . Then she took it back and laid it beside the poor , broken , tear-blinded little mother . `` The Lord has given and the Lord has taken away , dearie , '' she said through her own tears . `` Blessed be the name of the Lord . '' Then she went away , leaving Anne and Gilbert alone together with their dead .
The next day , the small white Joy was laid in a velvet casket which XXXXX had lined with apple-blossoms , and taken to the graveyard of the church across the harbor .
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