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"
A
very
good
epitaph
,
"
commented
Anne
thoughtfully
.
"
I
would
n't
wish
a
better
.
We
are
all
servants
of
some
sort
,
and
if
the
fact
that
we
are
faithful
can
be
truthfully
inscribed
on
our
tombstones
nothing
more
need
be
added
.
Here
's
a
sorrowful
little
gray
stone
,
Prissy
--
'
to
the
memory
of
a
favorite
child
.
'
And
here
is
another
'
erected
to
the
memory
of
one
who
is
buried
elsewhere
.
'
I
wonder
where
that
unknown
grave
is
.
Really
,
Pris
,
the
graveyards
of
today
will
never
be
as
interesting
as
this
.
You
were
right
--
I
shall
come
here
often
.
I
love
it
already
.
I
see
we
're
not
alone
here
--
there
's
a
girl
down
at
the
end
of
this
avenue
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
I
believe
it
's
the
very
girl
we
saw
at
Redmond
this
morning
.
I
've
been
watching
her
for
five
minutes
.
She
has
started
to
come
up
the
avenue
exactly
half
a
dozen
times
,
and
half
a
dozen
times
has
she
turned
and
gone
back
.
Either
she
's
dreadfully
shy
or
she
has
got
something
on
her
conscience
.
Let
's
go
and
meet
her
.
It
's
easier
to
get
acquainted
in
a
graveyard
than
at
Redmond
,
I
believe
.
"
They
walked
down
the
long
grassy
arcade
towards
the
stranger
,
who
was
sitting
on
a
gray
slab
under
an
enormous
willow
.
She
was
certainly
very
pretty
,
with
a
vivid
,
irregular
,
bewitching
type
of
prettiness
.
There
was
a
gloss
as
of
brown
nuts
on
her
satin-smooth
hair
and
a
soft
,
ripe
glow
on
her
round
cheeks
.
Her
eyes
were
big
and
brown
and
velvety
,
under
oddly-pointed
black
brows
,
and
her
crooked
mouth
was
rose-red
.
She
wore
a
smart
brown
suit
,
with
two
very
modish
little
shoes
peeping
from
beneath
it
;
and
her
hat
of
dull
pink
straw
,
wreathed
with
golden-brown
poppies
,
had
the
indefinable
,
unmistakable
air
which
pertains
to
the
"
creation
"
of
an
artist
in
millinery
.
Priscilla
had
a
sudden
stinging
consciousness
that
her
own
hat
had
been
trimmed
by
her
village
store
milliner
,
and
Anne
wondered
uncomfortably
if
the
blouse
she
had
made
herself
,
and
which
Mrs.
Lynde
had
fitted
,
looked
VERY
countrified
and
home-made
besides
the
stranger
's
smart
attire
.
For
a
moment
both
girls
felt
like
turning
back
.
But
they
had
already
stopped
and
turned
towards
the
gray
slab
.
It
was
too
late
to
retreat
,
for
the
brown-eyed
girl
had
evidently
concluded
that
they
were
coming
to
speak
to
her
.
Instantly
she
sprang
up
and
came
forward
with
outstretched
hand
and
a
gay
,
friendly
smile
in
which
there
seemed
not
a
shadow
of
either
shyness
or
burdened
conscience
.
"
Oh
,
I
want
to
know
who
you
two
girls
are
,
"
she
exclaimed
eagerly
.
"
I
've
been
DYING
to
know
.
I
saw
you
at
Redmond
this
morning
.
Say
,
was
n't
it
AWFUL
there
?
For
the
time
I
wished
I
had
stayed
home
and
got
married
.
"
Anne
and
Priscilla
both
broke
into
unconstrained
laughter
at
this
unexpected
conclusion
.
The
brown-eyed
girl
laughed
,
too
.
"
I
really
did
.
I
COULD
have
,
you
know
.
Come
,
let
's
all
sit
down
on
this
gravestone
and
get
acquainted
.
It
wo
n't
be
hard
.
I
know
we
're
going
to
adore
each
other
--
I
knew
it
as
soon
as
I
saw
you
at
Redmond
this
morning
.
I
wanted
so
much
to
go
right
over
and
hug
you
both
.
"
"
Why
did
n't
you
?
"
asked
Priscilla
.
