It 's so nice to walk with someone you do n't have to talk to . Here is the graveyard . Are you frightened to pass it , Bev ? '' `` No , I do n't think I 'm frightened , '' I answered slowly , `` but I have a queer feeling . '' `` So have I . But it is n't fear . I do n't know what it is . I feel as if something was reaching out of the graveyard to hold me -- something that wanted life -- I do n't like it -- let 's hurry . But is n't it strange to think of all the dead people in there who were once alive like you and me . I do n't feel as if I could EVER die . Do you ? '' `` No , but everybody must . Of course we go on living afterwards , just the same . Do n't let 's talk of such things here , '' I said hurriedly . When we reached the school I contrived to open a window . We scrambled in , lighted a lamp and found the missing necklace . The Story Girl stood on the platform and gave an imitation of the catastrophe of the evening that made me shout with laughter . We prowled around for sheer delight over being there at an unearthly hour when everybody supposed we were sound asleep in our beds . It was with regret that we left , and we walked home as slowly as we could to prolong the adventure . `` Let 's never tell anyone , '' said the Story Girl , as we reached home .
`` Let 's just have it XXXXX a secret between us for ever and ever -- something that nobody else knows a thing about but you and me . ''
Bev Of as evening hour in left on to with