They leaned their heads upon each other's shoulders and wept.

But even as they did so, the hand of either, upon the side nearest to the table, reached out toward the disfigured remnant.

A week later the last bite was taken.

The parlor table was bare and vacant.

Heart's Desire, in all its length and breadth, contained no parlor ornament! That was the last day when Curly reported to the group at the side of Whiteman's corral.