to do. Her kind aunt good naturedly encouraged her. Perhaps what they had seen had had a softening effect on her as well.
Instead of driving home they drove to the coroner's, and with the permit which they obtained without difficulty, to an undertakers, where the final arrangements were made for the girl's burial.
So the beautiful mystery of Central Park was not sent to a medical college nor to the Potters Field, The next morning Penelope accompanied Richard in his coupé, and Mrs. Louise Van Brunt, her aunt, who had in her carriage two charitable old lady friends, followed the sombre hearse in its slow journey across the bridge to Brooklyn. In a quiet graveyard on the outskirts of the city the dead girl was lowered into the earth.
Penelope was greatly wrought up over the case. All the way to the graveyard she was moody and silent. Seeing that she was not
