"Oh, sure 'nough! Sure 'nough! I'm jes' pleased to death!" She did
not have to tell them; her eyes, though suffering a partial eclipse,
fairly beamed with joy and satisfaction. "An' so," she added, "it
wasn't the paint, after all!"

When they had driven away, she lingered a moment at the gate. Music
and laughter came from the house behind her, as she stood smiling
out across the moonlit Cabbage Patch. Her face still held the
reflected happiness of the departed lovers, as the sky holds the
rose-tints after the sun has gone.

"An' they 're goin' to git married," she whispered softly to
herself; "an' Billy's got promoted, an' Asia's got a place, an'
Chris'll have a new peg-stick. Looks like ever'thing in the world
comes right, if we jes' wait long enough!"