The landing planks lay on the gravel.

Boyd and I laid them.

Lana, wrapped in her camblet, crossed them first, giving me her hand with a pale smile.

I laid my lips to it; she passed, Boyd moving forward beside her.
Then came Lois in her scarlet capuchin, eager and shy at the same time, smiling, yet with fearfulness and tenderness so strangely blended that ever her laughing eyes seemed close to tears and the lips that smiled were tremulous.
"I came--you see....

Are you angry ?" she asked as I bent low over her little hand.