"Well, it gives me a lot of trouble, Miss Janie."
"Does it? And it doesn't interest me in the very—Yes, it does, Bob, very much. I'm sorry. Of course it does. Only——"
"Anything the matter with you?" Bob inquired with friendly solicitude.
"No—not just now. There never is, somehow, when I'm with you. And let's talk about the black horse—it'll be soothing. Is the price of oats a factor?"
Bob laughed a little, but did not proceed with the discussion. They sauntered on in silence for a few minutes, Bob taking out his tobacco.
"Worried, aren't you?" he asked, lighting his pipe.
"Yes," she answered shortly.
"Was that what you wanted to say to me?"
"No, of course not; as if I should talk to you about it!"