"I wish you'd told me all about it before. I felt that something was worrying you, and I didn't know what." There was a pause. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"If I saved the crop, there didn't seem any use fussing, and if I didn't, you'd know soon enough."
"How could you bear to let me put those dreadful flowers here in the house?" she said, pointing to the bowl on the table.
"Oh, I guess I didn't mind, if it gave you any pleasure. You didn't know they was only a weed and a poisonous one for us farmers. You thought them darned pretty."
"That was very kind of you, Frank," said Nora. Her voice shook a little in spite of her effort to control it.
"I guess it's queer that a darned little flower like that should be able to do so much damage."
That subject exhausted, there came another pause. He was very evidently waiting her lead. Could Eddie have told him anything about the news from England? No, he hadn't had any opportunity. Besides it would have been very unlike Eddie, who, as a general rule, had a supreme talent for minding his own affairs.
"How did it happen that you didn't tell me that you had written to Eddie?"
"I guess I forgot."
She waited a few moments to make sure that her voice was quite steady: