The things we do!

Suddenly the lamp in the parlour goes out, and the whole house seems dead
and deserted. I wait a little, then a solitary light shines out upstairs.
That must be her room. The light burns for half an hour, perhaps, and then
goes out again. She had gone to rest. Good-night!
Good-night for ever!
And, of course, I shall not come back to this place in the spring. A
ridiculous idea!
* * * * *
When I got down on to the high road, I shouldered my sack once more and
set out on my travels....
In the morning I go on again, having slept in a barn where it was terribly
cold, having nothing to wrap round me; moreover, I had to start out again
just at the coldest hour, about daybreak, lest I should be found there.
I walk on and on. The woods change from pine to birch and back again.
Coming upon a patch of fine, straight-stemmed juniper, I cut myself a
staff, and sit down at the edge of the wood to trim it. Here and there
among the trees a yellow leaf or so still hangs, but the birches are full
of catkins set with pearly drops.


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