Presently they turned away, and went on to a new grave, covered with wreaths and floral devices.

The fragrance of tuberoses and carnations came in their faces.
"This is the grave Aunt Jane wanted you to see," said Francis.
"Yes, sir," returned Lois.
They stood staring silently at the long mound covered with flowers.
Francis turned.
"Suppose we go over this way," said he.
Lois followed him as he strode along the little grassy paths between the burial lots.

On the farther side of the cemetery the ground sloped abruptly to a field of new grass.

Francis stooped and felt of the short grass on the bank.
"It's dry," said he.

"I don't think your aunt would mind.