“I certainly did think, Melanctha, this time almost really, you never did want me to come to you at all any more to see you,” said Jeff Campbell to her, when they had begun again with their talking to each other.  “You certainly did make me think, perhaps really this time, Melanctha, it was all over, my being with you ever, and I was very mad, and very sorry, too, Melanctha.”

“Well you certainly was very bad to me, Jeff Campbell,” said Melanctha, fondly.

“I certainly never do say any more you ain’t always right, Melanctha,” Jeff answered and he was very ready now with cheerful laughing, “I certainly never do say that any more, Melanctha, if I know it, but still, really, Melanctha, honest, I think perhaps I wasn’t real bad to you any more than you just needed from me.”

Jeff held Melanctha in his arms and kissed her.  He sighed then and was very silent with her.  “Well, Melanctha,” he said at last, with some more laughing, “well, Melanctha, any way you can’t say ever it ain’t, if we are ever friends good and really, you can’t say, no, never, but that we certainly have worked right hard to get both of us together for it, so we shall sure deserve it then, if we can ever really get it.”  “We certainly have worked real hard, Jeff, I can’t say that ain’t all right the way you say it,” said Melanctha.  “I certainly never can deny it, Jeff, when I feel so worn with all the trouble you been making for me, you bad boy, Jeff,” and then Melanctha smiled and then she sighed, and then she was very silent with him.

At last Jeff was to go away.  They stood there on the steps for a long time trying to say good-by to each other.  At last Jeff made himself really say it.  At last he made himself, that he went down the steps and went away.

On the next Sunday they arranged, they were to have the long happy day of wandering that they had lost last time by Jane Harden’s talking.  Not that Melanctha Herbert had heard yet of Jane Harden’s talking.

Jeff saw Melanctha every day now.  Jeff was a little uncertain all this time inside him, for he had never yet told to Melanctha what it was that had so nearly made him really want to leave her.  Jeff knew that for him, it was not right he should not tell her.  He knew they could only have real peace between them when he had been honest, and had really told her.  On this long Sunday Jeff was certain that he would really tell her.

They were very happy all that day in their wandering.  They had taken things along to eat together.  They sat in the bright fields and they were happy, they wandered in the woods and they were happy.  Jeff always loved in this way to wander.  Jeff always loved to watch everything as it was growing, and he loved all the colors in the trees and on the ground, and the little, new, bright colored bugs he found in the moist ground and in the grass he loved to lie on and in which he was always so busy searching.  Jeff loved everything that moved and that was still, and that had color, and beauty, and real being.