and steps coming nearer. They looked back the long road they had come,
and perceived that down its length they could not fly. It was in this
moment of despair that a brilliant idea was born in the mind of Red. She
turned to the low open fence of the little cemetery.

"Come, we can pretend to be tombs," she cried, and whirled Blue over the
fence. They climbed and ran like a streak of light, and before the
drunkards were passing the place, the girls were well back among marble
gravestones.

Some artistic instinct warned them that two such queer monuments ought
to be widely apart to escape notice. So, in the gathering dimness, each
knelt stock still, without even the comfort of the other's proximity to
help her through the long, long, awful minutes while the roisterous
company were passing by. The men proceeded slowly; happily they had no
interest in inspecting the gravestones of the little cemetery; but had
they been gazing over the fence with eager eyes, and had their designs
been nothing short of murderous upon any monument they chanced to find
alive, the hearts of the two erring maidens could not have beat with
more intense alarm. Fear wrought in them that sort of repentance which
fear is capable of working. "Oh, we're very, very naughty; we ought to
have gone to the picnic when Sophia was so good as to buy us new
frocks," they whispered in their hearts; and the moon looked down upon
them benevolently.

The stuff of their repentance was soon to be tested, for the voice of
Harkness was heard from over the Harmon fence.

"Oh, Glorianna! there was never such sculptures. Only want wings. Hats
instead of wings is a little curious even for a funeral monument."