Don't you be afraid of that." He turned about, the moonlight showing like a layer of snow upon his massive shoulders.

Trina watched him as he passed under the shadow of the cherry trees and crossed the little court.

She heard his great feet grinding on the board flooring.

He disappeared.
Miser though she was, Trina was only human, and the echo of the dentist's heavy feet had not died away before she began to be sorry for what she had done.

She stood by the open window in her nightgown, her finger upon her lips.
"He did looked pinched," she said half aloud.