Now when he saw her coming--evidently coming on purpose to waylay and speak to him, the excitement he felt was quite unaccountable, even to himself; not that he tried to account for it--he only knew that she was coming, that his heart seemed to beat against his throat, that she had come and laid her hand upon the top of the paling, and looked over at him and said: "Have they buried him?
Did you--have you been there ?" "Yes," said he.
"We have only just heard a rumour that the funeral was taking place.

I thought when I saw you that perhaps you had been there.

I am so glad you went." Her eyes looked upon him with kind approval.
He fancied from her manner that she thought herself older than he--that she was treating him like a boy.

Her face was bright with interest and had the flush of some slight embarrassment upon it.
He told her what had happened and where the grave was, and stood in the sweet evening air with quieted manner before her.

She did not seem to be thinking of what he said.