It was after supper time, and Aunt Mary and Lefty had come out to sit on the porch for a while. The evenings were beginning to get a little nippy, and the smell of fall was in the air, but neither of them could quite give up the pleasure of sitting outside watching the darkness grow in the quiet fields, waiting for the first pale glow of the moon rising in the sky. The light from the houses shone out faintly revealing Aunt Mary's face, peaceful in repose...