"Yes; it was not proper for you to go alone."
The young girl's face fell; she had hoped her sister wanted to show this tribute of respect to one who had been so kind to her.
"Where was she buried?" Mrs. Mencke inquired.
"At Spring Grove Cemetery."
"Did you go out there?"
"Yes," and Violet flushed slightly.
"With whom did you ride?" demanded her sister, suspiciously.
"With—Mr. Richardson and a Mrs. Keen."
"Violet Draper Huntington!" ejaculated Mrs. Mencke, with indignant astonishment, "you did not do such an unheard of thing?"
Violet bridled at this. She was naturally sweet and gentle, but could show spirit enough if occasion required.