But she looked at Young Thomas squarely and reproachfully . `` You need n't think you are bound to say that because of the gossip , Mr. Everett , '' she said quietly . `` Oh , I do n't , '' said Young Thomas earnestly . `` But the truth is , the story set me to thinking about you , and from that I got to wishing it was true -- honest , I did -- I could n't get you out of my head , and at last I did n't want to . It just seemed to me that you were the very woman for me if you 'd only take me . Will you , Adelia ? I 've got a good farm and house , and I 'll try to make you happy . '' It was not a very romantic wooing , perhaps . But Adelia was forty and had never been a romantic little body even in the heyday of youth . She was a practical woman , and Young Thomas was a fine looking man of his age with abundance of worldly goods . Besides , she liked him , and the gossip had made her think a good deal about him of late . Indeed , in a moment of candour she had owned to herself the very last Sunday in church that she would n't mind if the story were true . `` I 'll -- I 'll think of it , '' she said . This was practically an acceptance , and Young Thomas so understood it . Without loss of time he crossed the kitchen , sat down beside Adelia , and put his arms about her plump waist . `` Here 's a kiss Charlie sent me to give you , '' he said , giving it . The Letters Just before the letter was brought to me that evening I was watching the red November sunset from the library window . It was a stormy , unrestful sunset , gleaming angrily through the dark fir boughs that were now and again tossed suddenly and distressfully in a fitful gust of wind . Below , in the garden , it was quite dark , and I could only see dimly the dead leaves that were whirling and dancing uncannily over the roseless paths . The poor dead leaves -- yet not quite dead !
There was still enough unquiet life left XXXXX them to make them restless and forlorn .
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