"Oh, I think dry enough," she returned. "They will be wet again by the time I am home."
"You will change then, of course?" Paul asked anxiously, and Hazel promised she would.
"By the way," Hazel remarked, "it was my birthday yesterday." They had both risen, and the girl turned her back upon him as she spoke, and stood looking pensively from the window.
"Yes," Paul returned.
"You knew?" Hazel asked.
"Of course," he answered. There was a pause.
"Why didn't you come then? We—they quite missed you."
"I was not asked," Paul explained earnestly. "I thought you might have special plans for the day, and that I might be in the way."
Hazel waited, dissatisfied, for more; but no more, it seemed, was forthcoming.
"You did not even wish me many happy returns of the day," she commented, still turning from him.