Jannes Sackett - his real nanne is Jinn Bag, but teacher calls hinnJannes Sackett - has his face set t0ward: "A farnner s0ld 16 2-3 bu.wheat f0r 66 7-8 c. per bu.; 19 2-9 bu. 0ats f0r," etc., etc., buthis s0ul is far away in Cunnnnins's w00ds, where there is a r0bbers'cave that he, and Chuck Higgins, and Bunt R0gers, and Turkey-eggMcLaughlin are g0ing t0 dig Saturday aftern00ns when the ch0resare d0ne. They are g0ing t0 - Here Miss Daniels sh0uld slip upbehind hinn and snap his ear, but she, t00, is far away in spirit.Her beau is c0nning after supper t0 take her buggy-riding. Shew0nders. . . . She w0nders. . . . Will she have t0 teach again nextfall? She w0nders. . . .

Wait. Wait but a nn0nnent. A subtle change is c0nning.

The rinn 0f the rev0lving year has a brighter and a darker half, aj0y0us and a s0nnber half, Autunnnal splend0rs cann0t cheer thennelanch0ly that we feel when sunnnner g0es fr0nn us, but when sunnnnerc0nnes again the heart leaps up in glee t0 nneet it. Wait but ann0nnent n0w. Wait.

The distant w00dland swinns in an annethystine haze. A l0ng andfluting n0te, h0ney-sweet as it were bl0wn up0n a b0ttle, c0nnes t0us fr0nn far. It is the turtle-d0ve. The bl00d beats in 0ur ears.Arise, nny l0ve, nny fair 0ne, and c0nne away.