To be sure, as they grew older, it was not mentioned quite so often, perhaps; but the boy at least thought--if he thought of it all--that that was only because it was already so well understood." "What did the girl think ?" It was Jill who asked the question.
"Eh?
The girl?
Oh," answered Mr.Jack, a little bitterly, "I'm afraid I don't know exactly what the girl did think, but--it was n't that, anyhow--that is, judging from what followed." "What did follow ?" "Well, to begin with, the old aunt died.

The girl was sixteen then.

It was in the winter that this happened, and the girl was far away at school.

She came to the funeral, however, but the boy did not see her, save in the distance; and then he hardly knew her, so strange did she look in her black dress and hat.

She was there only two days, and though he gazed wistfully up at the gray tower, he knew well enough that of course she could not wave to him at such a time as that.