There was no other in the village outside of the cemetery.

Mrs.Jane Maxwell's house was always described to inquiring strangers as the one with the statue in front of it.
Lois, as they went up the walk, looked wonderingly at this marble girl standing straight and white in the midst of a votive circle of box.

The walk, too, was bordered with box, and there was a strange pungent odor from it.
Mrs.Field rang the door-bell, and she and Lois stood waiting.

Nobody came.
Mrs.Field rang again and again.

"I'm goin' round to the other door," she announced finally.