'Of course he will! I wonder you can ask such a question! Heaven wouldn't be heaven unless we found Rollo there! We'll wrap his body in the Union Jack, and pick all our best flowers to strew round him; and you might fire off your old pistol over his grave, if Father will let you have any gunpowder--a parting salute, you know, like they do for officers,' said Peggy, cheering up a little at the thought of arranging the obsequies.