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sent were tied to the the wheels, making it look like a chariot of flowers. Round the coffin were great branches of white laburnum, and on the tops were lovely copper-coloured roses and quantities of maidenhair fern. Nora & Dolly in white sat at the foot of the perambula, Tor, and Theodore & Harry & I, & the rest of the children were in the green-house too. The clergyman from London, Mr. Farrington, an American, read some beautiful poems, Esther Bright played on the violin, and a friend, who is a concert singer & who knew & loved Helen, sang exquisitely.
After one pretty service, Alice & the nurse took Helen in an open carriage with the beautiful June sun
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shining down upon her and drove to the crematory near Woking. Theodore, Harry, Mrs. Savile & I went by train. I am having made a silver vase for the ashes, and when I die I want dear little Helen's dust mingled with mine & buried.
Your letter & Maggie's have just been given me by Harry. No, there is no comfort except in the sympathy & love given by friends at such a crisis. But I am not broken down by my loss. Life and death are equal mysteries.