But I'll be on hand when she comes, old man!" Late Friday afternoon another gray veteran tramped over from his cabin a mile or so away, and said the boys wanted to have a little gaiety and a good time Saturday night, if Henry thought she wouldn't be too tired after her journey to be kept up.
"Tired?
She tired! Oh, hear the man! Joe, YOU know she'd sit up six weeks to please any one of you!" When Joe heard that there was a letter, he asked to have it read, and the loving messages in it for him broke the old fellow all up; but he said he was such an old wreck that THAT would happen to him if she only just mentioned his name.

"Lord, we miss her so!" he said.
Saturday afternoon I found I was taking out my watch pretty often.

Henry noticed it, and said, with a startled look: "You don't think she ought to be here soon, do you ?" I felt caught, and a little embarrassed; but I laughed, and said it was a habit of mine when I was in a state of expenctancy.

But he didn't seem quite satisfied; and from that time on he began to show uneasiness.

Four times he walked me up the road to a point whence we could see a long distance; and there he would stand, shading his eyes with his hand, and looking.