She met him on the porch and kissed him . He kissed her in return , and held her to him for a minute , with her bright head on his shoulder . The frogs were singing down in the south meadow swamp , and there was a splendour of silvery moonrise over the wooded Heatherton hills . Theodosia always remembered that moment . When they went in , Wesley , full of excitement , began to talk of what he had heard at the store . Ogden Greene and Tom Cary were going to sell out and go to Manitoba . There were better chances for a man out there , he said ; in Heatherton he might slave all his life and never make more than a bare living . Out west he might make a fortune . Wesley talked on in this strain for some time , rehashing all the arguments he had heard Greene and Cary use . He had always been rather disposed to grumble at his limited chances in Heatherton , and now the great West seemed to stretch before him , full of alluring prospects and visions . Ogden and Tom wanted him to go too , he said . He had half a notion to . Heatherton was a stick-in-the-mud sort of place anyhow . `` What say , Dosia ? '' He looked across the table at her , his eyes bright and questioning . Theodosia had listened in silence , as she poured his tea and passed him her hot , flaky biscuits . There was a little perpendicular wrinkle between her straight eyebrows . `` I think Ogden and Tom are fools , '' she said crisply . `` They have good farms here . What do they want to go west for , or you , either ?
Do n't get silly notions XXXXX your head , Wes . ''
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