You can have her!" 4 I really felt as if I was giving-up something that had belonged to me.

I felt the pangs of renunciation.
We walked back to the wagon in silence, and found.

Virginia and Grandma Thorndyke sitting on the spring seat with grandma's arm about the girl, with a handkerchief in her hand, just as if she had been wiping the tears from Virginia's eyes; but the girl was laughing and talking in a manner more lively than I had ever seen her exhibit.

She was as happy, apparently, as I was gloomy and downcast.
I wanted the Thorndykes to go away so that I could have a farewell talk with Virginia; but they stayed on and stayed on, and finally, after dark, grandma rose with a look at Virginia which she seemed to understand, and they took my girl's satchel and all walked off together toward the tavern.
I sat down and buried my face in my hands, Virginia's good-by had been so light, so much like the parting of two mere strangers.

And after all what was I to her but a stranger?
She was of a different sort from me.
She had lived in cities.