The wet leaves were flickering on the old maples that grew along the fence between the yard and the clover field beyond . The skies were all pearly blue , cleanswept of clouds . From the little farmhouse the green meadows sloped down to the valley , where a blue haze wound in and out like a glistening ribbon . Theodosia went out and stood looking inscrutably on , while Wesley and Irving hoisted the trunk into the wagon and tied it . Then Wesley came up the porch steps and looked at her . `` Dosia , '' he said a little huskily , `` I said I would n't ask you to go again , but I will . Will you come with me yet ? '' `` No , '' said Theodosia gently . He held out his hand . He did not offer to kiss her . `` Goodbye , Dosia . '' `` Goodbye , Wes . '' There was no tremor of an eyelash with her . Wesley smiled bitterly and turned away . When the wagon reached the end of the little lane he turned and looked back for the last time . Through all the years that followed he carried with him the picture of his wife as he saw her then , standing amid the airy shadows and wavering golden lights of the morning , the wind blowing the skirt of her pale blue wrapper about her feet and ruffling the locks of her bright hair into a delicate golden cloud . Then the wagon disappeared around a curve in the road , and Theodosia turned and went back into her desolate home . For a time there was a great buzz of gossip over the affair . People wondered over it . Old Jim Parmelee understood better than the others .
When he met Theodosia he looked at her with a curious twinkle XXXXX his keen old eyes .
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