"I think I'll go back with Gorham to-morrow," added Van Tassel briefly.
"Why, Jack!" Clover dropped her work and gazed at him.
"Yes, I'll go back." The young man flipped the ash from his cigar off into the grass.
"Do you feel that you have seen the Fair?"
"Yes, too many Fairs." Jack smiled rather dolefully as he glanced up toward the blue eyes.
"I can't urge you to stay," said Clover sadly.
"Oh, perhaps I'll come back," remarked the other cheerfully, "when I get my second wind, as it were. The first supply has been about knocked out of me."
"You don't look well."
"Oh yes, I am well enough."
"You have behaved like an angel, Jack."