And, Laura!"-- her mother followed her out of the marquee--"don't on any account--" "What mother ?" No, better not put such ideas into the child's head! "Nothing! Run along." It was just growing dusky as Laura shut their garden gates.

A big dog ran by like a shadow.

The road gleamed white, and down below in the hollow the little cottages were in deep shade.

How quiet it seemed after the afternoon.

Here she was going down the hill to somewhere where a man lay dead, and she couldn't realize it.