forget
you,” said
Sam. “Do
you
remember
me? Or is
it out of
sight out
of mind?”
And with
this
beginning
he renewed
his suit.
She told
him that
she forgot
no one;
that she
should
return
always,
lest they
might
forget
her.
“Return
always!”
he
exclaimed.
“You talk
as if your
anchor was
dragging.”
Was it? At
all
events,
Sam failed
in his
suit. Over
in the
house at
Dunbarton,
the old
lady held
Molly’s
hand and
looked a
long while
at her.
