" Yes, Rolf had a home, and in that intoxicating
realization he kissed them all, even Annette of the glowing
cheeks and eyes; though in truth he paid for it, for it conjured
up in her a shy aloofness that lasted many days.
Old Hendrik sputtered around. "Och, I am smile; dis is goood,
yah. Vere is that tam dog? Yah! tie him not, he shall dis time
von chicken have for joy."
"Marta," said Rolf, "you told me to come here if I got hurt.
Well, I've come, and I've brought a boat-load of stuff in case I
cannot do my share in the fields."
"Press you, my poy you didn't oughter brung dot stuff; you know
we loff you here, and effery time it is you coom I get gladsomer,
and dot Annette she just cried ven you vent to de war."
"Oh, mother, I did not; it was you and little Hendrick!" and
Annette turned her scarlet cheeks away.
October, with its trees of flame and gold, was on the hills;
purple and orange, the oaks and the birches; blue blocked with
white was the sky above, and the blue, bright lake was limpid.
"Oh, God of my fathers," Quonab used to pray, "when I reach the
Happy Hunting, let it be ever the Leaf-falling Moon, for that is
the only perfect time.
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