And, for color, there were harmonies in all the browns and greens and yellows of the rocky soil.
"Let us sit here.

They won't mind.

They are all sleeping so happily," Desire had declared.

"And the crosses make it seem like one large family--see how that wild rose vine has spread itself over a whole group of graves! It is so friendly." Spence had fallen in with her humor, and had come indeed to love this place where even the sun paused lingeringly before the mountains swallowed it up.
This afternoon he flung himself down beside their favorite rose-vine with the comfortable sense of well-being which comes with returning health.

Even more than Desire, he wondered that he had ever hesitated before an arrangement so eminently satisfying.