Now come, let's cheer up, and go look at some more gravestones." "I guess I'd rather go home," said Lois, faintly.
"Too tired?
Well, let's sit here a little while longer, then.

You mustn't go home with your eyes red, your aunt will think I've been scolding you." Francis looked down at her with smiling gentleness.

He was a handsome young man with a pale straight profile, his face was very steady and grave when he was not animated, and his smile occasioned a certain pleasant surprise.

He was tall, and there was a boyish clumsiness about his shoulders in his gray coat.

He reached out with a sudden impulse, and took Lois' little thin hand in his own with a warm clasp.
"Now cheer up," said he.