"So then, you at least will make your peace with mamma," argued Josephine, "and let us go in and do this before our courage fails; besides, it is going to rain, and it has turned cold.

Where have all these clouds come from?
An hour ago there was not one in the sky." They went, with hesitating steps and guilty looks, to the saloon.

Their mother was not there.

Here was a reprieve.
Rose had an idea.

She would take her to the chapel, and show her the monument, and that would please her with poor Camille.