They [her parents] still highly encourage me to come home. . . but, it's every time I go home I can tell they're disappointed in me, and that for me is kind of hard.
I loved her fright, which was against me into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted with life! and she'd toss her head with the pain and paw the air and champ the bit, as if I were Endymion and she, moon-like, hated to love me.