"I must get my place ready for him. It is everything all run down. The fence must be fixed and I'm going to take water into the kitchen. I'm used to the conveniences here. I—"
Stephen too flushed crimson. He laid his hand on Fetzer's shoulder.
"Look up and tell me what you're driving at!"
"I mean that I must go."
"You mean that you're taking pleasure in deliberately spoiling my little plan for Ellen's Christmas!"
Fetzer looked at him appalled. Oh, that Ellen had never come to make life hard!
"You're making some sort of foolish pretense," he continued. "Don't you want Ellen to come here?"
After a long time Fetzer said, "No."
"Why not?"