Last night she had folded them in her two soft little hands, and drawn him on--on into home! He would go up to her now and tell her---- George pushed aside the bushes, but at that moment Lucy rose and went into the house.

After a moment he crossed the lawn and sat down on the piazza, calling the dog to him.

She would come back soon.

Tramp's head rested on his knee as he stroked it.

It was here her hand had touched it--and here---- The scent of roses was heavy in the sunshine, the bees hummed; he sat there in a hazy dream, waiting for the door to open and the joy of his life to begin.
He was dragged roughly enough out of his dream.
Miss Dunbar's landau drove to the door to take her to church.