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She withdrew her hand, turned away, and for a moment or two her
form shook with sobs she could not wholly stifle. He looked on
perplexed and troubled, then broke out, "I jes' feels ez ef I'd
split my blamed ole haid open--"
She checked him by a gesture. "Wait," she cried, "sit down." She
took a chair near him and hastily wiped her eyes. "Perhaps I can
help you remember me. You will listen closely, will you not?"
"I be dog--oh, I forgot," and he looked toward the back parlor
apprehensively. "Yes, mees, I'll do anythin' yer sez."
"Well, once you were a little boy only so high, and I was a little
girl only so high. We both lived in this village and we went to
school together. We studied out of the same books together. At
three o'clock in the afternoon school was out, and then we put our
books in our desks and the teacher let us go and play. There was a
pond of water, and it often froze over with smooth black ice. You
and I used to go together to that pond; and you would fasten my
skates on my feet--"
"Hanged ef I wouldn't do it agin," he cried, greatly pleased.


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