1 "You let go, Matt," he ordered her.
2 I don't know how it is you make me feel, Matt.
3 "I'm going to drive you over, Matt," he whispered.
4 "Good night, Matt," he said as she put her foot on the first step of the stairs.
5 "That pie of yours always sets a mite heavy, Matt," she said, not ill-naturedly.
6 "Matt," he said in a low voice; but there was no answer, and he put his hand on the door-knob.
7 He said to himself: "This is Matt's last day," and tried to think what the place would be without her.
8 Oh, Matt, I thought we'd fetched it," he moaned; and far off, up the hill, he heard the sorrel whinny, and thought: "I ought to be getting him his feed.
9 "This is the night we were to have gone coasting, Matt," he said at length, with the rich sense, as he spoke, that they could go on any other night they chose, since they had all time before them.