III.
"Mr. Jourdain, I am going to school."
The corn was reaped and carried. The five elms stood high above the shallow stubble.
"My poor Mary, is it possible?"
"Yes. Mamma says she's been thinking of it for a long time."
"Don't be too hard on your mother till you're quite sure it wasn't my aunt."
"It may have been both of them. Anyhow, it's awful. Just—just when I was so happy."
"Just when I was so happy," he said. "But that's the sort of thing they do."
"I knew you'd be sorry for me."