This was evidently a sad afternoon for them. 'Are you Mrs. Cuzak's boys? I asked. The younger one did not look up; he was submerged in his own feelings, but his brother met me with intelligent grey eyes. 'Yes, sir. 'Does she live up there on the hill? I am going to see her. Get in and ride up with me. He glanced at his reluctant little brother. 'I guess we'd better walk.