"I must look out one or two points in it, and the air is so deliciously sweet I think I shall stay a while in the garden on this last Dingle day, unless you need me to help you."
"There is nothing for you to do inside; everything is ready."
"Ma-Lila, you have been crying! What makes you so nervous? You are trembling."
"Oh, I feel upset! Leaving Robert's lonely grave, and all."
The girl stooped, and kissed her cheek.
"It seems very selfish to ask you to leave a place so dear to you; but I hope God will begin to pity me at last, and call me soon where I shall trouble no one any more. Then——"
Mrs. Mitchell laid the lilies on her lips to close them.
"Hush, my baby—hush! I am screwed up now like a frazzled fiddle-string, and if you give another twist I shall just go to pieces."
Taking the flower-laden hat, she placed it with the lilies on the step, and turned toward the dairy.
Baedeker in hand, Eglah moved away, but as she neared the arbor she looked back over her shoulder and called: