But ain’t it great ter feel thet way,
An’ not know hearts mus’ break some day!”
He quit, an’ then went on: “I reck’n yew might’s
Well cut them thissels out termorrer south
The barn. Goo’ night.” An’ never changed ’is voice.
XXII
The Letter from Lon
I.
I never seen a man more prouder ’n Bill
The mornin’ Lon’s first letter come from France.
He’d et ’is breakfas’ an’ was harnessin’,