“You ain't been into the graveyard, I s'pose?”
“No, ma'am.”
“You'd ought to go in there an' see the Mason monument. Francis, don't you want to go over there with her an' show her the Mason monument?”
Francis rose promptly.
“I guess I'd rather not,” Lois said, hurriedly.
“Oh, you run right along!” cried Mrs. Maxwell. “You'll want to see the flowers on Mis' Perry's grave, too. I never saw such handsome flowers as they had, an' they carried them all to the grave. Get your hat, and run right along, it'll do you good.”
“You'd better,” said the young man, smiling pleasantly down at Lois.
She got up and left the room, and presently returned with her hat on.
“Don't sit down on the damp ground,” Mrs. Field said as the two went out. And her voice sounded more like herself than it had done since she left Green River.
Lois walked gravely down the street beside Francis Arms. She had never had any masculine attention. This was the first time she had ever walked alone with a young man. She was full of that shy consciousness which comes to a young girl who has had more dreams than lovers, but her steady, sober face quite concealed it.