For those notes were merely girlish and untrained.

That June night in '73 was the first night that he and Jane Mason ever had lagged behind as they walked up the hill with Bob and Molly.

And what curious things stick in the memory! The man on the rear of the car remembered that as they left the business part of Main Street behind and walked up the hill, they came to a narrow cross-walk, a single stone in width, and that they tried to walk upon it together, and that his limp made him jostle her, and she said, "We mustn't do that." "What ?" he inquired.
"Oh--you know--walk on one stone.

You know what it's a sign of." "Do you believe in signs ?" he asked.

She kept hold of his arm, and kept him from leaving the stone.