"Are you depressed, Sue?" he said.
She paused a moment. "I have a message for you," she answered.
"Somebody has called?"
"Yes. A woman." Sue's voice quavered as she spoke, and she suddenly
sat down from her preparations, laid her hands in her lap, and looked
into the fire. "I don't know whether I did right or not!" she
continued. "I said you were not at home, and when she said she would
wait, I said I thought you might not be able to see her."
"Why did you say that, dear? I suppose she wanted a headstone. Was
she in mourning?"
"No. She wasn't in mourning, and she didn't want a headstone; and I
thought you couldn't see her." Sue looked critically and imploringly
at him.
"But who was she? Didn't she say?"
"No. She wouldn't give her name. But I know who she was--I think I
do! I
