A man with a ghastly scarlet head follows, shouting that he must go back and build up his Ray. The mate assures him that he will find a nice new Ray all ready in the liner's engine-room.
The engine-room is hot and stuffy; the clerks in the coach are asleep, and the Slave of the Ray is ready to follow them.
And you can watch my Ray, For I must go away And dance with Ella Sweyn at Elsinore!
At this depth I could still see the rays
of the sun, though feebly; to their intense brilliancy had succeeded a reddish twilight, the lowest state between day and night; but we could still see well enough; it was not necessary to resort to the Ruhmkorff apparatus as yet.
At half-past four that afternoon Ray was puttering about the barnyard when his wife came up the lane along the creek and called him.
Ray went into his own house and took an overcoat from a hook back of the door.
Ray went out of the house and climbed the fence into a field.
The beauty of the country about Winesburg was too much for Ray on that fall evening.
Ray ran clumsily and once he stumbled and fell down.
Darkness began to spread over the fields as Ray Pearson ran on and on.
"I wish I could resolve that, too," sighed Sara Ray, "but it wouldn't be any use.
"I shall not talk gossip," wrote Sara Ray with a satisfied air.
"I will not cry because mother won't starch my aprons," wrote Sara Ray.
"I shall try to like reading the Bible," wrote Sara Ray.
She had the last word on the subject, for it was time for Sara Ray to go, and our circle broke up.