It took about twenty minutes to get to their destination—the Braddockville Cemetery.
Daisy came to a halt outside the cemetery and lowered her head to nibble at the tender shoots of grass that were sprouting.
Noah jumped down and ran around to the other side of the buggy to help Morwen down. This time she took his arm, and led him past neat rows of headstones. Even the oldest ones, which dated back more than two hundred years, were in decent repair, for while they were discolored, the names on them—Granger, Littlebury, Hadley—were legible.
In the far corner, a white wrought iron fence separated a half dozen graves from the rest of the cemetery, and a huge chestnut tree spread its branches over the spot as if to protect it from the weather. Around the tree’s trunk curved a marble bench.
