Old Grannis has sold his binding apparatus, and sits idle in his room, not knowing what to do with himself. He begins to feel a deep sense of regret at selling his apparatus, for putting a price on his happiness. Not knowing what to do, he begins to cry. He can never again "keep company" with Miss Baker the way they have in the past, for his half of the ritual is gone. He has given up the only happiness he had in his life for a sum of money.
In the midst of Old Grannis' despair, he does not hear a soft knocking on his door. Miss Baker lets herself quietly into his room, her outstretched arms joined by a tray containing a cup of tea for her friend. She does not know.....
