"This is my friend, Mr.
Baynes.

When you are tired of seeing me, look at him." I shook the hand he offered me.
"Of course, we can't all be good looking," Sally remarked with a sigh, as if her misfortune were permanent.
Mr.Horace Dunkelberg and I laughed heartily--for I had told him in a whisper what had happened to Sally--while Mr.Latour looked a little embarrassed.
"My face is not beautiful, but they say that I have a good heart," Sally assured the stranger.
They started on.

I excused myself and took a trail through the woods to another road.

Just there, with Sally waving her hand to me as I stood for a moment in the edge of the woods, the curtain falls on this highly romantic period of my life.
Uncle Peabody came for me that evening.

It was about the middle of the next week that I received this letter from Sally: "DEAR BART--Mr.Latour gave up and drove to Potsdam in the evening.
Said he had to meet Mr.Parish.I think that he had seen enough of me.