I want to make up to him bigly, bigly for what I ought to have done.

Be kind to me, be kind to me." And she closed her arms as if in an embrace and put her head down as though on the warm breast of an old friend and the good tears ran down her cheeks.
All the windows were open.

The air was warm and scented.

There was no sound.

The silent voices of the stars sang their nightly anthem.