"Sally Carrol," he said with a curious intensity, "don't you 'like us?"
"What?"
"Us down here?"
"Why, Clark, you know I do. I adore all you boys."
"Then why you gettin' engaged to a Yankee?"
"Clark, I don't know. I'm not sure what I'll do, but—well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale."
"What you mean?"
"Oh, Clark, I love you, and I love Joe here and Ben Arrot, and you-all, but you'll—you'll——"
"We'll all be failures?"
"Yes. I don't mean only money failures, but just sort of—of ineffectual and sad, and—oh, how can I tell you?"