’BettyPrivettwasascertaininherownmindthathedidgooutasshewasofherownexistence，andwaslittlelesscertainthathedidnotreturn。Shefelttoodisturbedtoarguewithhim，andletthesubjectdropasthoughshemusthavebeenmistaken。WhenshewaswalkingdownLongpuddlestreetlaterinthedayshemetJimWeedle’sdaughterNancy，andsaid，“Well，Nancy，youdolooksleepyto-day!“
’“Yes，Mrs。Privett，“saysNancy。“Nowdon’ttellanybody，butI
don’tmindlettingyouknowwhatthereasono’tis。Lastnight，beingOldMidsummerEve，someofuswenttochurchporch，anddidn’tgethometillnearone。“
’“Didye？“saysMrs。Privett。“OldMidsummeryesterdaywasit？
FaithIdidn’tthinkwhe’r’twasMidsummerorMichaelmas；I’dtoomuchworktodo。“