those who are your slaves, those who love YOU, cannot come to any
harm; only if you disown them, only if you drive them away!

The sailorman, delighted at such beautiful language, threw
himself about in a delirium of joy. His arms spun in their
sockets like Indian clubs, his oars flashed in the sun, and his
eyes and lips were fixed in one blissful, long-drawn-out,
unalterable smile.

When the golden-rod turned gray, and the leaves red and yellow,
and it was time for Latimer to return to his work in the West, he
came to say good-by. But the best Helen could do to keep hope
alive in him was to say that she was glad he cared. She added it
was very helpful to think that a man such as he believed you were
so fine a person, and during the coming winter she would try to
be like the fine person he believed her to be, but which, she
assured him, she was not.

Then he told her again she was the most wonderful being in the
world, to which she said: "Oh, indeed no!" and then, as though he
were giving her a cue, he said: "Good-by!" But she did not take
up his cue, and they shook hands. He waited, hardly daring to
breathe.

"Surely, now that the parting has come," he assured himself, "she
will make some sign, she will give me a word, a look that will
write 'total' under the hours we have spent together, that will
help to carry me through the long winter."

But he held her hand so long and looked at her so hungrily that