Our house, circa 1971. Ma looks on in slight distress.

Welp; I did it. The Main Phase of my experiment is complete as of...  lessee... August 30th, 4 p.m. I wanted to compel myself to write more regularly for two years, and that's been done. Anything more is gravy.

Hello! I must be going—
I cannot stay, I came to say, I must be going.
I'm glad I came, but just the same I must be going.

(Mrs. Rittenhouse) For my sake you must stay. If you should go away, You'd spoil this party I am throwing.

(Spaulding)
I'll stay a week or two,
I'll stay the summer thru,
But I am telling you,
I must be going.

(All) Before you go, Will you oblige us, And tell us of your deeds so glowing?

(Spaulding)
I'll do anything you say,
In fact I'll even stay!

(All) Good!

(Spaulding)
But I must be going.