She walked on farther and came to the lip of the spring, The brown leaves drifted the water. She watched them drift.

“I am satisfied,” she thought, “I am satisfied. I can wait my time in spite of Mom being sad And Pop looking fierce and sad when he sees me walk So heavy and knows I’ll have to walk heavier still Before my time comes. I’m sorry to make them sad, I’m sorry I did a bad thing if it was a bad thing; But I’m satisfied. We cut the heart on the tree. I’ve got my half of the dime and he’s got his, He’ll come back when Winter’s over or else I’ll find him, When you can push up the windows, when the new colts Come out in the Spring, when the snake sheds his winter coat, When the old, shed coat of Winter lies on the ground Grey as wasp-paper under the green, slow rain, When the big barn door rolls open.