They went across the dark yard to the gate.

Looking across, he saw through the uncurtained window of the kitchen the heads of Mr.and Mrs.Leivers in the warm glow.

It looked very cosy.

The road, with pine trees, was quite black in front.
"Till tomorrow," he said, jumping on his bicycle.
"You'll take care, won't you ?" she pleaded.
"Yes." His voice already came out of the darkness.

She stood a moment watching the light from his lamp race into obscurity along the ground.