"Dearest, I could not be the child of those who sleep beneath us, if it were in my nature now to feel as you imagine. Years ago, I might have done so; though I hope not even then. Orphan as I am and helpless, already I perceive that I have not lived for nothing. My father, I believe, my mother, I am sure, would have laid down life with pleasure to see me led from wayward childhood even to what I am. Oh, Lily, you can’t think how they loved me." And at the tender memory, came tears, the voice of silence. Lily said not a word, but gathered and plaited a wreath of flowers, wherewith, as in a nuptial tie, she bound the white headstones together--anything so as not to disturb me just then. Even that trifle, a graceful idea born of her Southern origin, even that for the moment touched me deeply. Times there are when our souls seem to have taken hot baths in the springs of memory, and every pore of them is open. "Darling Lily, come--how proud they would have been of you--come and kiss me in this presence, and promise that, whatever happens, none shall ever thrust cold hands between your heart and mine. That we will bear, and trust, and love; nor, if a shadow steals between us, blink it till the substance follows, but be frank and open--the very breath of friendship--and when doubt begins to grow, for the devil is sure to sow it, have it plucked away at once, each by the other’s hand. Kiss me, dear; your weakness is that you are not so outspoken as I am. Never let me vex you, without knowing it." The innocent creature kissed me, and promised solemnly. "Oh, Clara," she cried, "how on earth did you find it out? Sometimes you have vexed me dreadfully, for you don’t care much what you say; but I always thought it was my fault, and I never told you of it. But it never made me love you a single bit the less." "Yes, it did for the moment, though you may soon have forgiven it. But a love which is always undergoing forgiveness, is like glass steeped in water, you may cut it in two with a pair of common scissors." "Well, I should like to see the scissors that would cut me away from you. I’ll have a great piece off your hair, Clara, if you talk such nonsense. Now come; my father wants you." "Have you told him?" "Yes, everything about dear Conny and you; and he says you are a noble girl, but uncommonly thick-headed about your own concerns, though as quick as lightning for others. Now, I won’t have you look so pale; let us run and get some colour. See, I’ll get first to that tree." "Will you indeed?" I won the race by a yard, and was glad that the exercise made excuse for the quick rise of my bosom. After all that had happened, I would not have her imagine that I still cared for her brother. Like a girl all over, she said not another word, determined that I should begin it. "Let us walk faster, Lily, if my Uncle wishes to see me." "No, there is plenty of time. It will do him good to sleep a little."