"I couldn't wait," she said. "I have been waiting too long already. So when Turkey came home I came to meet you."
"We had to travel slowly. And somebody had to tell Kathleen. I thought it was better that I should."
"I am very sorry for her."
"So am I. But tell me about yourself. How does it feel to be a grass widow?"
"I'm not going to tell you. I've been worried. I suppose I've been silly. But Jean will tell you all about that. She was aways telling me not to worry, cheering me up."
"Has she made it up with Chetwood yet?"
"Well, my goodness!" Faith exclaimed.
"Why, they're not married, are they?"
"No. Why, it went clean out of my mind, but this afternoon when I saw Turkey coming, I ran down to meet him and came around the corner of the wagon shed, and there the two of them were. And they looked as if they had been—well, you know."
"Kissing each other?"