I used to say 'Bobby expects it of me, so I'll do it or die.' It was that way this time.

So if I have found the third leaf, Rob, it was _you_ who showed me where to look for it." Then it was that the old locusts, watching and nodding overhead, sent a long whispering sigh from one to another.

They knew now that the two children who had romped and raced in their shadows, who had laughed and sung around their feet through so many summers, were outgrowing that childhood at last.

For the boy, instead of answering "Oh, pshaw!" in bluff, boyish fashion, as he would have done in other summers gone, impulsively thrust out his hands to clasp both of hers.
That was their good-by.

Then the Little Colonel, tall and slender like Elaine, the Lily Maid, turned and walked back toward the house.