He was passing on, but Lois spoke.
"I might go in there just a minute," she said.
Francis turned quickly, his face lighted up.

They walked along together to the cemetery gate; he opened it and they entered and passed slowly down the drive-way.
The yard was largely overhung by evergreen trees, which held in their boughs cool masses of blue gloom.

It was cool there, as Francis had said, although it was quite a warm day.

The flowers on the sunny graves hung low, unless they had been freshly tended, when they stood erect in dark circles.

Some of the old uncared-for graves were covered with rank growths of grass and weeds, which seemed fairly instinct with merry life this summer afternoon.