How could she be a party to this destruction?
"Here, take him," she said hastily to Phil.

"I feel like a murderess." "He won't suffer, you know," comforted Phil, but Anne had fled.
The fatal deed was done in the back porch.

Nobody went near it that day.
But at dusk Phil declared that Rusty must be buried.
"Pris and Stella must dig his grave in the orchard," declared Phil, "and Anne must come with me to lift the box off.

That's the part I always hate." The two conspirators tip-toed reluctantly to the back porch.

Phil gingerly lifted the stone she had put on the box.