“Do you think he’d take me on?”
“He’s awful good-hearted,” she evaded, adding: “Are you sure it’s as bad as a fog horn?”
“I suppose I could learn how. Is it very hard to follow those highbrow tunes?”
“N-no,” she replied.
“Do you think I ought not to go back?”
“I’m not much at handing out advice,” she replied, quite seriously, the stars making her big eyes strangely bright, “but if I was you I’d certainly keep on going, now you got started.”
“Yes,” he said, a new determination in his voice. “I guess you’re right. Great Scott! It certainly does seem years since Girardin’s!”