She fidgeted about while the men patched up the harness, and delayed their progress by her fire of questions.
After they started, Sandy leaned back in the buggy, lost in the fog of his unhappiness.

Off in the distance he could see the twinkling lights of Clayton.

One was apart from the rest; that was Willowvale.
A sob aroused him.

Annette, left to herself, had collapsed.

He patiently put forth a fatherly hand and patted her shoulder.
"There, there, Nettie! You'll be all right in the morning." "I won't!" she declared petulantly.