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THE MANSE CHILDREN 35so Carl slept in his old cot, which was so short thathe could never stretch out, and had strange bed-fellows.Perhaps it was justas well that Aunt Martha washalf blind when she made that bed. Altogether theywere a jolly, lovable little crew, and Cecilia Meredith'sheart must have ached bitterly when she faced theknowledge that she must leave them."Where would you like to be buried ifyou were aMethodist?" asked Faith cheerfully.This opened up an interesting field of speculation."There isn't much choice. The place is full," saidJerry. "I'd like that corner near the road, I guess. Icould hear the teams going past and the people talking.""I'd like that little hollow under the weeping birch,"said Una. "That birch is such a place for birds andthey sing like mad in the mornings.""I'd take the Porter lot where there's so many childrenburied. 7 like lots of company,""Carl, where'dyou?""I'd rather not be buried at all,"said Faith.said Carl, "but ifI had to be I'd like the ant-bed. Ants are awflyint'resting.""How very goodall the people who are buried heremust have been," said Una, who had been reading thelaudatory old epitaphs. "There doesn't seem to be asingle bad person in the whole graveyard. Methodistsmust be better than Presbyterians after all.""Maybe theMethodists bury their bad people justjust like they do cats," suggested Carl."Maybe they