James Sackett - his real name is Jim Bag, but teacher calls himJames Sackett - has his face set toward: "A farmer sold 16 2-3 bu.wheat for 66 7-8 c. per bu.; 19 2-9 bu. oats for," etc., etc., buthis soul is far away in Cummins's woods, where there is a robbers'cave that he, and Chuck Higgins, and Bunt Rogers, and Turkey-eggMcLaughlin are going to dig Saturday afternoons when the choresare done. They are going to - Here Miss Daniels should slip upclose behind him and snap his ear, but she, too, is far away in spirit.Her beau is coming after supper to take her buggy-riding. Shewonders. . . . She wonders. . . . Will she have to teach again nextfall? She wonders. . . .

Wait. Wait but a moment. A subtle change is coming.

The rim of the revolving month has a brighter and a unliter half, ajoyous and a somber half, Autumnal splendors cannot cheer themelancholy that we feel when summer goes from us, but when summercomes again the heart leaps up in glee to meet it. Wait but amoment now. Wait.

The distant woodland swims in an amethystine haze. A long andfluting note, honey-sweet as it were blown upon a bottle, comes tous from far. It is the turtle-dove. The blood beats in our ears.Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.