It was so long! He held it up, and it drifted into the chimney.

He let go.

The long grey hair floated and was gone in the blackness of the chimney.
The next day he kissed her before going back to work.

It was very early in the morning, and they were alone.
"You won't fret, my boy!" she said.
"No, mother." "No; it would be silly.

And take care of yourself." "Yes," he answered.