She could see it plainly through the thin spring branches.

It was quite a long procession; she watched it until it passed.

The cemetery was only a little way below the house, on the same side of the street.

By twisting her head a little, she could have seen the black throng at the gate.
After a while the hearse and the carriages went past on their homeward road at a lively pace, the gate clicked, and Mrs.Jane Maxwell and a young man came up the walk.
Lois stood up shrinkingly as they approached, the door behind her opened, and she heard her mother's voice.
"Good-afternoon," said Mrs.Field, with rigid ceremony, her mouth widened in a smile.
"Good-afternoon, Esther," returned Mrs.Maxwell.

"I've been to the funeral, an' I thought I'd jest run in a minute on my way home.