`` Come along then . We 'll go together . '' They slipped out into the night . It was quite dark , but it was not far to the graveyard -- just out through the evergreens and along a field by-path and across the road . The old church was there , with its square tower , and the white stones gleaming all around it . Nanny went straight to a shadowy corner and knelt on the sere grasses while she placed her holly wreath on Miss Avis 's grave . The tears in her eyes brimmed over . `` Oh , Miss Avis ! Miss Avis ! '' she sobbed . `` I miss you so -- I miss you so ! It ca n't ever seem like Christmas to me without you . You were always so sweet and kind to me . There ai n't a day passes but I think of you and all the things you used to say to me , and I try to be good like you 'd want me to be . But I hate them for forgetting you -- yes , I do ! I 'll never forget you , darling Miss Avis ! I 'd rather be here alone with you in the dark than back there with them . '' Nanny sat down by the grave . The old dog lay down by her side with his forepaws on the turf and his eyes fixed on the tall white marble shaft . It was too dark for Nanny to read the inscription but she knew every word of it : `` In loving remembrance of Avis Maywood , died January 20 , 1902 , aged 45 . ''
And underneath the lines XXXXX her own choosing : `` Say not good night , but in some brighter clime Bid me good morning . ''
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