Scattergood peered at them a moment, saw what filled him with perfect satisfaction, and discreetly withdrew. He went out and sat on the porch and beamed up at the stars.... He sat there a long, long time, and nobody called him in. He got up, pressed his nose against the window, and rapped on the glass.
"Everybody forgiv' and fixed up," he called, "so's I kin git to bed with an easy mind?"
There was no answer. He had not been heard—but what he saw was answer sufficient for any man.
THE END