Seems so, every time I think of it, God asked me all the questions an' I answered yes to 'em.

Do ye remember after we had kissed each other how that little bird sang ?" "Yes." We had faced about and were walking back toward Canton, I close by the pony's side.
"May I kiss you again ?" She stopped the pony and leaned toward me and our lips met in a kiss the thought of which makes me lay down my pen and bow my head a moment while I think with reverence of that pure, sweet spring of memory in whose waters I love to wash my spirit.
We walked on and a song sparrow followed us perching on the fence-rails and blessing us with his song.
"I guess God has married us again," I declared.
"I knew that you were walking on this road and I had to see you," said she.

"People have been saying such terrible things." "What ?" "They say your uncle found the pocketbook that was lost and kept the money.

They say he was the first man that went up the road after it was lost." Now The Thing stood uncovered before me in all its ugliness--The Thing born not of hate but of the mere love of excitement in people wearied by the dull routine and the reliable, plodding respectability of that countryside.

The crime of Amos had been a great help in its way but as a topic it was worn out and would remain so until court convened.
"It's a lie--my uncle never saw the pocketbook.