"Mr.Meech and I never thought to keep her this long.
The doctor says it's the beginning of the end.

She's so patient it's enough to break your heart." Sandy went without his dinner that day, and tramped to town and back, in the glare of the noon sun, to get her a basket of fruit.

Then he wrote her a letter so full of affection and sympathy that it brought the tears to his own eyes as he wrote.

He took the basket with the note and left them at her door, after which he promptly forgot all about her.

For his whole purpose in life these days, aside from assisting the government in the distribution of mail and reading a musty old volume of Blackstone, was learning to dance.
In ten days was the opening of the county fair, and Sandy had received an invitation to be present at the fair hop, which was the social excitement of the season.