"Yes; in the old log house there."
"I go thur sometimes. Maybe I'll come 'n' see you!"
"All right. You'll be mighty welcome."
"Good-by."
"Good-by."
She did not look back, and I stood with a distinct sensation enveloping me until her copper-gold head, crowned with the star-like dogwood, had passed from view.
CHAPTER FIVE
IN WHICH I SAY WHAT I PLEASE
A prodigious miracle has happened.