the neighbor came in to say that it was time to
start, Lena wound Chris's comforter about
his neck and turned up his jacket collar -- he
had no overcoat -- and we watched him climb
into the wagon and start on his long, cold drive.
As we walked together up the windy street,
Lena wiped her eyes with the back of her
woolen glove. "I get awful homesick for them,
all the same," she murmured, as if she were
answering some remembered reproach.

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