`` Her '' grave soon looked as nice as any in the graveyard . Nobody but Freda knew about it . The poplar growth concealed the corner from sight , and everybody had quite forgotten poor , disreputable Jordan Slade 's grave . At least , it seemed as if everybody had . But one evening , when Freda slipped down to the graveyard with a little can of water and rounded the corner of the poplars , she saw a lady standing by the grave -- a strange lady dressed in black , with the loveliest face Freda had ever seen , and tears in her eyes . The lady gave a little start when she saw Freda with her can of water . `` Can you tell me who has been looking after this grave ? '' she said . `` It -- it was I , '' faltered Freda , wondering if the lady would be angry with her . `` Pleas 'm , it was I , but I did n't mean any harm . All the other little girls had a grave , and I had n't any , so I just adopted this one . '' `` Did you know whose it was ? '' asked the lady gently . `` Yes 'm -- Jordan Slade 's . Mrs. Wilson told me . '' `` Jordan Slade was my brother , '' said the lady . `` He went sadly astray , but he was not all bad . He was weak and too easily influenced . But whatever his faults , he was good and kind -- oh ! so good and kind -- to me when I was a child .
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