We sat there; I was looking across the meadow as she did, only I was watching everything that went on, so when I saw a grosbeak fly from the wild grape where Shelley had put the crock for sap, it made me think of her hair.

She used to like to have me play with it so well, she'd give me pennies if I did.

I got up, and began pulling out her pins carefully.

I knew I was getting a start because right away she put up her hand to help me.
"I can get them," I said just as flannel-mouthed as ever I could, like all of us talked to her now, so I got every one and never pulled a mite.

When I reached over her shoulder to drop them in her lap, being so close I kissed her cheek.