It made a roar like the mill at Cedar Creek when it grinds the corn--just like that.

So he went out into the cold night--it was sleeting--thinking I'd never miss him, you see, me being fondled and made over by the new man--wouldn't miss him till morning." A scowl of indignation darkened her face for an instant, and she paused, looking off toward the distant hills.
"But that was all a lie, a mean lie! I don't see how he could have believed it.

I think he couldn't have been right up here--" she pointed to her head.
"But of course I followed him, and I've been following him all day.

He must have got quite a start of me--poor dear--how could he think I'd break his heart?
But I'll have him found by night.

I must hurry, so good day, sir!" She curtsied to him with a curious awkward sort of grace.