"That's a little bit o' better," he muttered to himself.
A minute later the old man was walking down the hill, Mrs. Woodburn on his arm.
The young couple strolled on up the slope.
Boy looked across the Paddock Close to Joses's window.
Mrs. Boam was pulling up the blind, and the sun was pouring in splendid torrents on to the dead man within.
The girl was glad.
They came to the quiet church.
"Shall we go in?" she said.
"Let's," he answered.