The swallows skimmed; a tinkling of sheep-bells was heard; the stubble and the moor beyond the fields lay in gold, in sunken green and violet; the hilltops met the sky in a line long, clean, remote, and still.

Elspeth spoke.
"I am going now, back home.

Let's say good-by here, each wishing the other some good in, or maybe out of, this carefu' world!" "You, also, are unhappy.

Why ?" "I am not! Do I seem so?
I am sorry for unhappiness--that is all! Of course we grow older," said Elspeth, "older and wiser.

But you nor no one must think that I am unhappy! For I am not." She put out her hands to him.