Prue, instead of answering leant further forward hiding her face without checking her merriment.
“Crazy,” said Miss Pinckney, “but it’s better to be laughing crazy than crying crazy like some folk—here’s a quarter and get her some candy.”
She put the coin on the table and marched off followed by Phyl.
“She wanted to tell me something,” said Phyl as they were driving to the cemetery; “she beckoned me to her and took hold of my arm and whispered something.”
Phyl, somehow, could not bring herself to betray that crazy confidence.
“I don’t know, exactly, but she called me Miss Julie.”
“Oh—she called you Miss Julie,” said the other. Then she relapsed into thought and nothing more was said till they reached their destination.