"I kind o' hate to go off an' leave it. To-morrow when I go to town with the pie-plant, it'll look just like nothin' but a pasture again."
Liva glanced up at him and dropped her eyes.
"I ain't sure," she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked her, wondering.
But Liva shook her head.
"I ain't sure," she said evasively, "but I don't think somehow the Pump pasture'll ever be the same again."
Timothy mulled that for a moment. Oh, could she possibly mean because....
Yet what he said was, "Well, the old pasture looks differ'nt enough now, all right."
"Yes," assented Liva, "don't it?"