You were fine and noble, graceful and good, a loving heart. That was your nature and you never diverted from it. Even in death you gave us the least trouble you could. You wanted to die outside in the April snow but you consented to come in because we called. And last night last thing you tried to come up to us but your big beautiful heart broke at the foot of the stairs, O, ma belle fille, je t’aime pour toujours.