As she ran forward to eject the strange dog, she caught her foot in the dry, tangled grass, and, but for Ethan's quick hand, would have fallen.
"Oh!" she said, flushing and looking confused; then, without any proper acknowledgment, she darted off after the dog.
"If I did that, father, you'd say I was clumsy," said Emmie, smiling up into his face in the prettiest way in the world.
"The grass is very long," said John Gano—"long and matted."
"It grows with great rapidity," said his mother. "It seems only yesterday we had a man here cutting it."
"It was the 29th of June."
"Oh, you must be mistaken."
John Gano shook his head.
"I remember quite well. It was the anniversary of Clay's death."