“Shall we take the regulation walk?” she asked.
“The what?”
“The regulation walk—to the Cemetery and back.”
“I’m glad we’re coming back?” he laughed.
“It’s the favorite walk, here,” she explained—“the most picturesque and the smoothest.”
“To say nothing of accustoming the people to their future home,” Macloud remarked.
“You’re not used to the ways of small towns—the Cemetery is a resort, a place to spend a while, a place to visit.”
“Does it make death any easier to hob-nob with it?” he asked.
“I shouldn’t think so,” she replied. “However, I can see how it would induce morbidity, though there are those who are happiest only when they’re miserable.”
“Such people ought to live in a morgue,” agreed 235 Macloud. “However we’re safe enough—we can go to the Cemetery with impunity.”