[1] These last lines were dictated to his son.
"Young man, why have you come here?"
"To get you," I answered.
"What do you want of me?" She was looking at her face in the water.
"I want to marry you," I answered bravely.
"Then you may help me ashore if you please. I am in my best, white slippers and you are to be very careful."
Beautiful! She was the spirit of the fields of June then and always.
I helped her ashore and held her in my arms and, you know, the lips have a way of speaking then in the old, convincing, final argument of love. They left no doubt in our hearts, my son.
"When do you wish to marry me?" she whispered.
"As soon as possible, but my pay is only sixty dollars a month now."