fter awhile, his pipe having gone out again from neglect, he strapped
and locked the trunk, glanced at his watch and took up his hat. He
passed out through the immaculate kitchen, odorous of soapsuds and
sunlight, and down through the orchard, which Zenas Third with his saw
and shears had converted from a neglected and scrubby riot into a spruce
and orderly parade. Unconsciously his feet led him over the same course
he had taken on that first walk of his, which ended in an unintentional
and disconcerting visit to The Cedars. As before, he followed the brook,
much less a brook now than then by reason of the summer drought, and
speculated as to the presence of fish therein. He had intended all along
to stroll down here some day and try for sunfish, but he had never done
it. Well, that was one of several dreamed-of things which had not come
to pass.

The meadow grass had grown tall and heavy, and was touched with gold
and russet where the afternoon sunlight slanted across it. The birds
flew up at his approach and scattered in darts and circles. To-day when
he reached the fence he didn't turn aside toward the road, but climbed
over and found an open space on the side of the little hill under the
trees, and threw himself down there to smoke his pipe and stare back
across the meadow. It was very still in the woods, with only the sleepy
chirp of a bird or rustling of a squirrel to be heard, but from
somewhere in the hot glare of the afternoon came the rasping of the
first locust.

Zephania served supper that evening with chastened mien, and for once
she neglected to sing.

"You do think you'll come back, don't you, Mr. Herrick?" she asked.

"Why, yes, Zephania, I expect to. Do you want me to?"

"Oh, yes, sir! We all want you to. Father says if there was more
gentlemen like you here, Eden Village would perk right up. And Zenas
says you and he haven't done nearly all the fishing you were going to."

"No, I suppose not. Tell him we'll try again next summer. I'm leaving my
tackle here, tell him, so as I will be sure to come back."

"Yes, sir." Zephania hesitated, half-way to the door. Finally, "It's
been awful nice for me, Mr. Herrick," she said. "I've had just the best
summer I ever did have."

"Why, you've had a lot of hard work," said Wade. "Is that what you call
nice?"

"Yes, sir, but it ain't been very hard. I like to work. It seems as
though the harder I work the happier I am, Mr. Herrick."

"Really? Well, now, I