9/22 We all pass, and they that bide can but make the dirge. But I'll be obliged if you'll say to Mr.Alexander that if there _is_ aught--" He gathered up the reins. "It will be snowing presently. I always thought that I'd like to part on a day like this, gray and quiet, with all the color and the shouting lifted elsewhere." He was gone, trotting before them on his big horse. "There's one to be liked no little!" said Strickland. |