He was leaning back with one leg crossed over the other—a big, wholesome boy. His blue eyes this morning were the color of the sky, and just as clean and just as untroubled. As she studied him the thought uppermost in her mind was that she must not hurt him. She must be very careful about that. She must give him nothing to worry over.
"Monte," she began, "I guess women have a lot of queer notions men don't know anything about. Can't we let it go at that?"
"If you wish," he nodded. "Only—are you going to stay here?"
"For a little while, anyway," she answered.
"You mean—a day or two?"
"Or a week or two."
"You'd rather not tell me why?"
"If you please—not," she answered quickly.
He thought a moment, and then asked:—
"It was n't anything I did?"