"I've had my pay for my month's work." As he said that, he thought of the sunny kitchen and the merry girl, and his throat choked.

Good-by to the sweet girl whose smile was so much to him, and to the happy noons and nights her eyes had made for him.

He waved his hat at her as he stood in the open gate, and the sun lighted his handsome head into a sort of glory in her eyes.

Then he turned and walked rapidly off down the road, not looking back.
The girl, when she could no longer see him, dashed away, and, sobbing violently, entered the house.
II.
There was just a suspicion of light in the east, a mere hint of a glow, when Lyman walked cautiously around the corner of the house and tapped at Marietta's window.

She was sleeping soundly and did not hear, for she had been restless during the first part of the night.