In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart. They do not talk of her a great deal to be sure; life goes on and we live in the present.
But when they do mention her name it is with a gentle glow in the face or the voice a confidential glance which says: "Yes you too remember?" They still see her as a slight figure always in motion; dancing or skating or walking swiftly with intense direction like a bird flying home.