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ece。 It was huckleberry pie。
¨What did you do； Dad？〃
¨I went out fishing in the morning。〃
¨What did you get？〃
¨Only perch。〃
His father sat watching Nick eat the pie。
¨What did you do this afternoon？〃 Nick asked。
¨I went for a walk up by the Indian camp。〃
¨Did you see anybody？〃
¨The Indians were all in town getting drunk。〃
¨Didnˇt you see anybody at all？〃
¨I saw your friend； Prudie。〃
¨Where was she？〃
¨She was in the woods with Frank Washburn。 I ran on to them。 They were having quite a time。〃
His father was not looking at him。
¨What were they doing？〃
¨I didnˇt stay to find out。〃
¨Tell me what they were doing。〃
¨I donˇt know；〃 his father said。 ¨I just heard them threshing around。〃
¨How did you know it was them？〃
¨I saw them。〃
¨I thought you said you didnˇt see them。〃
¨Oh； yes； I saw them。〃
¨Who was it with her？〃 Nick asked。
¨Frank Washburn。〃
¨Were theywere they〃
¨Were they what？〃
¨Were they happy？〃
¨I guess so。〃
His father got up from the table and went out of the kitchen screen door。 When he came back Nick was looking at his plate。 He had been crying。
¨Have some more？〃 His father picked up the knife to cut the pie。
¨No；〃 said Nick。
¨You better have another piece。〃
¨No； I donˇt want any。〃
His father cleared off the table。
¨Where were they in the woods？〃 asked Nick。
¨Up back of the camp。〃 Nick looked at his plate。 His father said； ¨You better go to bed； Nick。〃
¨All right。〃
Nick went into his room； undressed； and got into bed。 He heard his father moving around in the living…room。 Nick lay in the bed with his face in the pillow。
¨My heartˇs broken；〃 he thought。 ¨If I feel this way my heart must be broken。〃
After a while he heard his father blow out the lamp and go into his own room。 He heard a wind come up in the trees outside and felt it come in cool through the screen。 He lay for a long time with his face in the pillow； and after a while he forgot to think about Prudence and finally he went to sleep。 When he awoke in the night he heard the wind in the hemlock trees outside the cottage and the waves of the lake coming in on the shore； and he went back to sleep。 In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken。
A CANARY FOR ONE
THE train passed very quickly a long； red stone house with a garden and four thick palm trees with tables under them in the shade。 On the other side was the sea。 Then there was a cutting through a red stone and clay； and the sea was only occasionally and far below against the rocks。
¨I bought him in Palermo；〃 the American lady said。 ¨We only had an hour ashore and it was Sunday morning。 The man wanted to be paid in dollars and I gave him a dollar and a half。 He really sings very beautifully。〃
It was very hot in the train and it was very hot in the lit salon compartment。 There was no breeze came through the open window。 The American lady pulled the window…blind down and there was no more sea； even occasionally。 On the other side there was glass； then the corridor； then an open window； and outside the window were dusty trees and an oiled road and flat fields of grapes； with grey…stone hills behind them。
There was smoke from many tall chimneys coming into Marseilles； and the train slowed down and followed one track through many others into the station。 The train stayed twenty…five minutes in the station at Marseilles and the American lady bought a copy of the Daily Mail and a half…bottle of Evian water。 She walked a little way along the station platform； but she stayed near the steps of the car because at Cannes； where it stopped for twelve minutes； the train had left with no signal of departure and she had only gotten on just in time。 The American lady was a little deaf and she was afraid that perhaps signals of departure were given and that she did not hear them。
The train left the station in Marseilles and there was not only the switch…yards and the factory smoke but； looking back； the town of Marseilles and the harbor with stone hills behind it and the last of the sun on the water。 As it was getting dark the train passed a farmhouse burning in a field。 Motor…cars were stopped along the road and bedding and things from inside the farmhouse were spread in the field。 Many people were watching the house burn。 After it was dark the train was in Avignon。 People got on and off。 At the news…stand Frenchmen； returning to Paris； bought that dayˇs French papers。 On the station platforms were Negro soldiers。 They wore brown uniforms and were tall and their faces shone； close under the electric light。 Their faces were very black and they were too tall to stare。 The train left Avignon station with the Negroes standing there。 A short white sergeant was with them。
Inside the lit salon compartment the porter had pulled down the three beds from inside the wall and prepared them for sleeping。 In the night the American lady lay without sleeping because the train was a rapide and went very fast and she was afraid of the speed in the night。 The American ladyˇs bed was the one next to the window。 The canary from Palermo； a cloth spread over his cage； was out of the draught in the corridor that went into the compartment washroom。 There was a blue light outside the compartment； and all night the train went very fast and the American lady lay awake and waited for a wreck。
In the morning the train was near Paris； and after the American lady had come out of the washroom； looking very wholesome and middle…aged and American in spite of not having slept； and had taken the cloth off the bird…cage and hung the cage in the sun； she went back to the restaurant car for breakfast。 When she came back to the lit salon compartment again； the beds had been pushed back into the wall and made into seats； the canary was shaking his feathers in the sunlight that came through the open window； and the train was much nearer Paris。
¨He loves the sun；〃 the American lady said。 ¨Heˇll sing now in a little while。〃
The canary shook his feathers and pecked in them。 ¨Iˇve always loved birds；〃 the American lady said。 ¨Iˇm taking him home to my little girl。 Thereheˇs singing now。〃
The canary chirped and the feathers on his throat stood out； then he dropped his bill and pecked into his feathers again。 The train crossed a river and passed through a very carefully tended forest。 The train passed through many outside of Paris towns。 There were train…cars in the towns and big advertisements for the Belle Jardini？re and Dubonnet and Pernod on the walls toward the train。 All that the train passed through looked as though it were before breakfast。 For several minutes I had not listened to the American lady； who was talking to my wife。
¨Is your husband American too？〃 asked the lady。
¨Yes；〃 said my wife。 ¨Weˇre both Americans。〃
¨I thought you were English。〃
¨Oh； no。〃
¨Perhaps that was because I wore braces；〃 I said。 I had started to say suspenders and changed it to braces in the mouth； to keep my English character。 The American lady did not hear。 She was really quite deaf； she read lips； and I had not looked toward her。 I had looked out of the window。 She went on talking to my wife。
¨Iˇm so glad youˇre Americans。 American men make the best husbands；〃 the American lady was saying。 ¨That was why we left the Continent； you know。 My daughter fell in love with a man in Vevey。〃 She stopped。 ¨They were simply madly in love。〃 She stopped again。 ¨I took her away； of course。〃
¨Did she get over it？〃 asked my wife。
¨I donˇt think so；〃 said the American lady。 ¨She wouldnˇt eat anything and she wouldnˇt sleep at all。 Iˇve tried so very hard； but she doesnˇt seem to take an interest in anything。 She doesnˇt care about things。 I couldnˇt have her marrying a foreigner。〃 She paused。 ¨Someone； a very good friend； told me once； ˉNo foreigner can make an American girl a good husband。ˇ 〃
¨No；〃 said my wife； ¨I suppose not。〃
The American lady admired my wifeˇs traveling coat； and it turned out that the American lady had bought her own clothes for twenty years now from the same maison de couture in the Rue Saint Honor？。 They had her measurements； and a vendeuse who knew her and her tastes picked the dresses out for her and they were sent to America。 They came to the post office near where she lived up…town in New York； and the duty was never exorbitant because they opened the dresses there in the post office to appraise them and they were always very simple…looking and with no gold lace nor ornaments that would make the dresses look expensive。 Before the present vendeuse； named Th？r？se； there had been another vendeuse； named Am？lie。 Altogether there had only been these two in the twenty years。 It had always been the same couturier。 Prices； however； had gone up。 The exchange； though； equalized that。 They had her daughterˇs measurements now too。 She was grown up and there was not much chance of their changing now