Ruby was strangely quiet.
She said not a word about parties and drives and dresses and "fellows." She lay in the hammock, with her untouched work beside her, and a white shawl wrapped about her thin shoulders.

Her long yellow braids of hair--how Anne had envied those beautiful braids in old schooldays!--lay on either side of her.

She had taken the pins out--they made her head ache, she said.

The hectic flush was gone for the time, leaving her pale and childlike.
The moon rose in the silvery sky, empearling the clouds around her.
Below, the pond shimmered in its hazy radiance.

Just beyond the Gillis homestead was the church, with the old graveyard beside it.