But the color of the dress became her well, her young shoulders filled out the thin fabric with sweet curves that overcame the old fashion of its make; her slender arms showed through the sleeves; and her small fair face was set in a muslin frill like a pink corolla.

She had to pass the cemetery on her way home.

As she came in sight of its white shafts, and headstones gleaming out from its dark foliage, she met Francis Arms.

She started when she saw him, and said, "Good-afternoon" nervously; then was passing on, but he stopped her.
"Where are you going ?" he asked.
"I was going home." "See here--I don't know as you want to--but--do you remember how we went to walk in the cemetery that first day after you came ?" Lois nodded.

He could see only the tip of her chin under her broad hat.
"Suppose--if you haven't anything else to do--if you are not busy--that we go in there now a little ways ?" said Francis.
"I guess I'd better not," replied Lois, in a trembling voice.
"It's real cool in there." "I'm afraid I'd better not." "Well," said Francis, "of course I won't tease you if you don't want to." He tried to make his tone quite unconcerned and to smile.