Her cheeks were blushing softly as she put on her hat.
"Well, I should like to sit here an hour longer, but maybe your aunt will think it's growing damp for you to be out-of-doors," said Francis, standing up.
As they went between the graves, he caught her hand again, and led her softly along.

When they reached the gate, he dropped it with a kindly pressure.
"Now remember, you are going to cheer up," he said, "and you're going to have real nice times here in Elliot." When they reached the Maxwell house, his aunt was coming down the walk.
"Oh, there you are!" she called out.

"I was jest goin' home.

Well, what did you think of the Mason monument, Lois ?" "It's real handsome." "Ain't it handsome?
An' wa'n't the flowers on Mis' Perry's grave elegant?
Good-night.

I'm goin' to have you an' your aunt come over an' take tea to-morrow, an' then you can get acquainted with Flora." "Good-night," said Francis, smiling, and the aunt and nephew went on down the road.