We've all but finished now for this
year--there's been too much drought just lately."
Fruen was still holding the letter. Then I saw she had finished reading,
for her eyes never moved; but she stood there, staring at the letter,
thinking. What was in her mind, I wondered?
The engineer glanced at her impatiently.
"Are you learning it by heart?" he said, with a half-smile. "Come, dear,
he's waiting."
"Oh, I beg your pardon," said Fruen quickly. "I forgot." And she handed me
the letter.
"So it seems," observed the engineer.
I bowed, and went out.
* * * * *
On a summer evening the bridge is crowded with people out walking--school
teachers and tradespeople, young girls and children. I watch my time when
it is getting late, and the bridge is deserted; then I can lounge over
that way myself, and stay for an hour or so in the midst of the roar. No
need to do anything really but listen; only my brain is so over-rested
with idleness and good sound sleep, it finds no end of things to busy
itself about.
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