Then he realized that they were passing the New House, and he sighed profoundly.

"Mary, our walk's almost over." She looked as blank.

"So it is, Bibbs." They said no more until they came to her gate.

As they drifted slowly to a stop, the door of Roscoe's house opened, and Roscoe came out with Sibyl, who was startlingly pale.

She seemed little enfeebled by her illness, however, walking rather quickly at her husband's side and not taking his arm.