Next morning he was going about his milking and when the cow turned her head and mooed, he looked in that direction. There came the girl dressed in black and she was holding out the cup just as she had done on the other two occasions.

"Good-morning," he said cheerfully, but one reply came. He didn't try to talk to her any more and she stood there without a word while the only sound was that of the warm, fresh milk spurting and the ping as it hit the inside of the tin cup. He decided that this morning he was going to follow her at a distance and see if he could find out where she went. As she left the barn he rose from his milking stool and quietly walked after her. It was a pewter gray sky now instead of black and he could see the dark, slim form seemingly glide along ahead of him as they crossed the pasture, he about fifty feet behind her. On she went through the brush around the side of Big Bear Mountain with Will following. He worried that a careless step along the path might start some of the small, loose rocks rolling and he would be discovered.

The sun would be up in a few minutes and then, if she looked back, she would surely see him for now they emerged from the woods. She took the muddy little road that led up the back way to the top of the hill and walked at such a pace that Will could scarcely keep up with her, but by now he knew her destination. This was the road the gravediggers sometimes used and across the top of the hill was the community cemetery. For the first time he began to feel uneasy. Why was she on her way to the graveyard?

He was surprised to see the cemetery gate standing half open and through it she went, only stopping to pull it closed behind her. He thought then she would see him for certain but although she turned and was facing him, she didn't appear to be aware of his presence. He followed her only a few feet further and then stopped hidden from view behind a large tulip poplar. As he watched, the girl walked over to a grace and as he peered between the stones, she vanished.