, 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."

The two girls stood huddled together now in hasty consultation. "We
didn't mean to be sculptures," spoke up Red, defending her brilliant
idea almost before she was aware. "There's nothing but stand-up slabs
here; we thought we'd look something like them."

"We were so frightened at the men," said Blue. They approached the fence
as they spoke.

"Those men wouldn't have done you one mite of harm," said the dentist,
looking down from a height of superior knowledge, "and if they had, I'd
have come and made a clearance double quick."

They did not believe his first assertion, and doubted his ability to
have thus routed the enemy, but Blue instinctively replied, "You see, we
didn't know you were here, or _of course_ we shouldn't have been
frightened."

"Beautiful evening, isn't it?" remarked the dentist.

"Yes, but I think perhaps,"--Red spoke doubtfully--"we ought to be going
home now."

She was a little mortified to find that he saw the full force of the
suggestion.

"Yes, I suppose your mother'll be looking for you."

They both explained, merely to set him right