I'm going to be gone all day." He stood for a moment at the door, his fish-line in his hand, swinging the heavy sinker back and forth.

He looked at Trina as she cleared away the breakfast things.
"So long," said he, nodding his huge square-cut head.

This amiability in the matter of leave taking was unusual.

Trina put the dishes down and came up to him, her little chin, once so adorable, in the air: "Kiss me good-by, Mac," she said, putting her arms around his neck.

"You DO love me a little yet, don't you, Mac?
We'll be happy again some day.
This is hard times now, but we'll pull out.