Elizabeth was used to having people die.  She was not shocked; only it seemed lonely again to find herself facing the world, in a foreign land.  And when she came to face the arrangements that had to be made, which, after all, money and servants made easy, she found herself dreading her own land.  What must she do after her grandmother was laid to rest?  She could not live in the great house in Rittenhouse Square, and neither could she very well go and live in Flora Street.  O, well, her Father would hide her.  She need not plan; He would plan for her.  The mansions on the earth were His too, as well as those in heaven.

And so resting she passed through the weary voyage and the day when the body was laid to rest in the Bailey lot in the cemetery, and she went back to the empty house alone.  It was not until after the funeral that she went to see Grandmother Brady.  She had not thought it wise or fitting to invite the hostile grandmother to the other one’s funeral.  She had thought Grandmother Bailey would not like it.

She rode to Flora Street in the carriage.  She felt too weary to walk or go in the trolley.  She was taking account of stock in the way of friends, thinking over whom she cared to see.  One of the first bits of news she had heard on arriving in this country had been that Miss Loring’s wedding was to come off in a few days.  It seemed to strike her like a thunderbolt, and she was trying to arraign herself for this as she rode along.  It was therefore not helpful to her state of mind to have her grandmother remark grimly: 

“That feller o’ yours ‘n his oughtymobble has been goin’ up an’ down this street, day in, day out, this whole blessed summer.  Ain’t been a day he didn’t pass, sometimes once, sometimes twicet.  I felt sorry fer him sometimes.  Ef he hadn’t been so high an’ mighty stuck up that he couldn’t recognize me, I’d ‘a’ spoke to him.  It was plain ez the nose on your face he was lookin’ fer you.  Don’t he know where you live?”

“I don’t believe he does,” said Elizabeth languidly.  “Say, grandmother, would you care to come up to Rittenhouse Square and live?”

“Me?  In Rittenhouse Square?  Fer the land sakes, child, no.  That’s flat.  I’ve lived me days out in me own sp’ere, and I don’t intend to change now at me time o’ life.  Ef you want to do somethin’ nice fer me, child, now you’ve got all that money, I’d like real well to live in a house that hed white marble steps.  It’s been me one aim all me life.  There’s some round on the next street that don’t come high.  There’d be plenty room fer us all, an’ a nice place fer Lizzie to get married when the time comes.  The parlor’s real big, and you would send her some roses, couldn’t you?”

“All right, grandmother.  You shall have it,” said Elizabeth with a relieved sigh, and in a few minutes she went home.  Some day pretty soon she must think what to do, but there was no immediate hurry.  She was glad that Grandmother Brady did not want to come to Rittenhouse Square.  Things would be more congenial without her.