Come never so deep a sorrow, there would always be this--he loved her.

Her bosom swelled, her heart throbbed, and she breathed in ecstasy the sweet chill air that rushed through the broken street.
"After the vintage," she said, giving his arm a pressure.

For this handsome fellow was to be her husband when the vines were pruned and freshened against the coming winter.
"Aye, after the vintage," he echoed; but there was tragedy in his heart as deep and profound as his love.
"My grandmother--I call her that for I haven't any grandmother--is old and seldom leaves the house.

I promised that after work to-night I'd bring my man home and let her see how handsome he is.

She is always saying that we need a man about; and yet, I can do a man's work as well as the next one.