"What are you doing in a graveyard ?" cried he.
"How did you find me ?" she asked, paling and flushing and paling again.
"I've been following you ever since you left home." He might have added that he did not try to overtake her until they were where people would be least likely to see.
"Whose graves are those ?" he went on, cutting across a plot and stepping on several graves to join her.
She was gazing at her mothers simple headstone.

His glance followed hers, he read.
"Oh--beg pardon," he said confusedly.

"I didn't see." She turned her serious gaze from the headstone to his face, which her young imagination transfigured.

"You know--about her ?" she asked.
"I--I--I've heard," he confessed.

"But--Susie, it doesn't amount to anything.