“Very—well,” said John. But his hand shook so that he could not put it to his eyes.
“Just till you get right on your feet again, John, darling, just till you’re quite well. I’m such a burden to you now. We’re such a burden to each other. Just till things are better with you. That will be soon, I know it. Then, John, dear John, you shall come for me! Think of that! It will be another home-coming! Another beginning! Another bride and groom!”
John listened avidly. A new and more youthful light flashed into his face.
“Betsy—do you mean that?”
“Mean it? Every word, John, every word!”
He savagely caught her hands.
“You will come back to me?”
“No,” said Betsy, “you shall bring me back!”
X
THINGS FEEL HEAVIER IN AGE
So, one day, a farm wagon, piled high with straw and pillows, came and took her away. The last thing she said was: