It was perhaps forty or fifty feet deep, and as high as a nine-foot room.

Inside it was quite light.

Halfway to the back of it, upon her knees, and with her face turned from them, was Joanne.
They were very close to her before she heard them.

With a startled cry she sprang to her feet, and Aldous and MacDonald saw what she had been doing.
Over a long mound in the white sand still rose the sapling stake which Donald had planted there forty years before; and about this, and scattered over the grave, were dozens of wild asters and purple hyacinths which Joanne had brought from the plain.

Aldous did not speak, but he took her hand, and looked down with her on the grave.