People were asking, "Is anybody hurt?"
Barry looked down at Leila. Then he leaned toward her father. "I'm going to take this child outside," he said; "she's as white as a sheet. She doesn't like it. We will meet you all later."
Leila's color came back in the sunshine and air and she insisted that Barry should return to the hall.
"I don't want you to miss it," she said, "just because I am so silly. I can stay in Porter's car and wait."
"I don't want to see it—it's an old story to me."
So they walked on toward Arlington, entering at last the gate which leads into that wonderful city of the nation's Northern dead, which was once the home of Southern hospitality. In a sheltered corner they sat down and Barry smiled at Little-Lovely Leila.
"Are you all right now, kiddie?"
"Yes," but she did not smile.
He bent down and peered through her veil. "Take it off and let me look at your eyes."
With trembling hands, she took out a pin or two and let it fall.