Among a group of graves of the Davieses we easily found that of
Winifred's aunt, beneath a newly-planted arbutus tree. After looking
at the modest mound for some time, and wondering where Winifred had
stood when the coffin was lowered--as I had wondered where she had
stood at St. Winifred's Well--I roamed about the churchyard with
Sinfi in silence for a time.
At last she said, 'I mind comin' here wonst with Winnie, and I mind
her sayin': "There's no place I should so much like to be buried in
as Llanbeblig churchyard. The graves of them as die unmarried do look
so beautiful."'
'How did she know the graves of those who die unmarried?'
Sinfi looked over the churchyard and waved her hand.
'Wherever you see them beautiful primroses, and them shinin'
snowdrops, and them sweet-smellin' vi'lets, that's allus the grave of
a child or else of a young Gorgie as died a maid; and wherever you
see them laurel trees, and box trees, and 'butus trees, that's the
grave of a pusson as ain't nuther child nor maid, an' the Welsh folk
think nobody else on'y child'n an' maids ain't quite good enough to
be turned into the blessed flowers o' spring.
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