It gave Miss Deborah so much pleasure to say this to her old enemy that she made excuses for Helen for a whole day afterwards.
Late that afternoon Gifford went to say good-by at the rectory.

It was a still, hazy August day, with a hint of autumn in the air; sometimes a yellowing leaf floated slowly down, or one would notice that the square tower of St.Michael's could be seen, and that the ivy which covered its south side was beginning to redden.
Miss Helen was not at home, Jean said.

She thought she'd gone up to the graveyard,--she most always went there.
So Gifford started in search of her.

"She ought not to be alone so much," he thought, and he wondered, with a man's dullness in such matters, why, if she and Lois had made up after that one quarrel, they were not the same tender friends.

He met Lois at the rectory gate.