"I shall go out the orchard gate.

Please tell them good-night for me.

Won't you speak to me?
Good-by." He stood waiting while the rising wind blew their garments about them.
She leaned against the wall of the house.

"Won't you say good-by and tell me you can forget my----" She did not speak.
"No!" he cried, wildly.

"Since you don't forget it! I have spoiled what might have been a pleasant memory for you, and I know it.