I stopped and cautioned her more than once: "Be careful! For gracious sake! be careful o' my new suit!" As we were leaving late in the afternoon she said: "I wish you would come here to school." "I suppose he will sometime," said Uncle Peabody.
A new hope entered my breast, that moment, and began to grow there.
"Aren't you going to kiss her ?" said Mr.Dunkelberg with a smile.
I saw the color in her cheeks deepen as she turned with a smile and walked away two or three steps while the grown people laughed, and stood with her back turned looking in at the window.
"You're looking the wrong way for the scenery," said Mr.Dunkelberg.
She turned and walked toward me with a look Of resolution in her pretty face and said: "I'm not afraid of him." We kissed each other and, again, that well-remembered touch of her hair upon my face! But the feel of her warm lips upon my own--that was so different and so sweet to remember in the lonely days that followed! Fast flows the river to the sea when youth is sailing on it.

They had shoved me out of the quiet cove into the swift current--those dear, kindly, thoughtless people! Sally ran away into the house as their laughter continued and my uncle and I walked down the street.

How happy I was! We went to the Methodist Church where Mr.Wright was speaking but we couldn't get in.

There were many standing at the door who had come too late.

We could hear his voice and I remember that he seemed to be talking to the people just as I had heard him talk to my aunt and uncle, sitting by our fireside, only louder.