Only Henrietta

Chapter 1: It was Decoration Day. Henrietta sat on the steps of her mother's small cottage enviously watching the crowds pass on the way tot he cemetery. Old Mrs. Price had gone by, her arms laden with the snowballs she had so long been coaxing into bloom for this occasion. Susy Price trudged at her heels with hands full of gorgeous blue iris-- mrs. Price called them flags, but no matter ! Even little Bobby, too young to know the joy of having folks to lay things on up in the graveyard followed in his sister's wake, crushing and trailing the bridal wreath it had been his privilege to carry.