"Well, perhaps not," she sighed. "Here comes Theodore, looking for me, Hiram. I have promised him the next dance."
She arose, and Hiram watched her float away in the arms of his friend. For a moment he felt a stab of—was it jealousy? Or was it just a feeling of homesickness as he contemplated so soon leaving everybody he knew and cared for, to lose himself in the vast wheat fields of the Great Northwest?
THE END
[Transcriber's Note: Inconsistent hyphenation left as printed.]