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While they regarded Ellen with the utmost pride , they still privately regretted this perfection of bloom which was the forerunner of independence of the parent stalk -- at least , Andrew did . Andrew had grown older and more careworn ; his mine had not yet paid any dividends , but he had scattering jobs of work , and with his wife 's assistance had managed to rub along , and his secret was still safe . One day in February there was a half-holiday . Lloyd 's was shut for the rest of the day , for his brother in St. Louis was dead , and had been brought to Rowe to be buried , and his funeral was at two o'clock . `` Goin ' to the funeral , old man ? '' one of Andrew 's fellow-workmen had asked , jostling him as he went out of the shop at noon . Before Andrew could answer , another voice broke in fiercely .