"Nonsense! A big, strapping, handsome young feller like you, only twenty years old! Of course you'll get married."
"I don't see how I'm ever going to care much for another girl," the boy answered.
"There are a lot o' things in the world that you don't see, boy. It's a big world and things shift around a good deal and some of our opinions are apt to move with the wind like thistledown."
It was a long, wearisome ride back to the land of plenty, over frozen ground, with barely an inch of snow upon it, under a dark sky, with a chilly wind blowing.
"After all, it's home," said Samson, when late in the evening they saw the lighted windows of the cabin ahead. When they had put out their horses and come in by the glowing fire, Samson lifted Sarah in his arms again and kissed her.
"I'm kind o' silly, mother, but I can't help it—you look so temptin'," said Samson.
"She looks like an angel," said Harry, as he improved his chance to embrace and kiss the lady of the cabin.
"The wind has been peckin' at us all day," said Samson. "But it's worth it to get back home and see your face and this blazin' fire."
"And the good, hot supper," said Harry, as they sat down at the table.
They told of the Brimsteads and their visit.