"The fruitage 'goes'!" Grant exclaimed larkingly, and then, forgetting me for the moment, he caught up Jean, and, carrying her gravely about, repeated to her these lines: "Grow old, along with me; The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made!" And they were at least exponents of the belief they had, and it was to me an education and a comfort.

I learned, what I could not profit by, that a man and woman together are more than twice one man or twice one woman, when the man and woman are the right two.

It was like an astronomer studying the sun.

And what warmth and light there was to look upon! I have tried in these rambling words to tell how these two people faced the autumn and found it spring, since they were still together.

I wonder why I made the attempt?
It is but a simple relation of certain things which happened, yet I do not, somehow, get the pulse of it.