"Oh yes, yes," he said; "they're ... they're lovely.... Maggie, the grave's all right, isn't it: the mound, I mean?"
At first she hardly understood.
"Oh yes ... what do you mean?"
He sighed, whether in relief or not she did not know.
"Only ... only I have heard of mounds sinking sometimes, or cracking at the sides. But this one—"
"Oh yes," interrupted the girl. "But this was very bad yesterday.... What's the matter, Laurie?"
He had turned his face with some suddenness, and there was in it a look of such terror that she herself was frightened.
"What were you saying, Maggie?"
"It was nothing of any importance," said the girl hurriedly. "It wasn't in the least disfigured, if that—"
"Maggie, will you please tell me exactly in what condition this grave was yesterday? When was it put right?"