“And you’ll not think too badly of me?”
“It isn’t anything you can help,” he answered. “It isn’t anything I can help, either.”
“Don’t think too badly of Dad,” she pleaded. “He’ll cool down soon, and then––you must come and see me again.”
She held out her hand, and he took it. Then 254 swiftly she turned and went into the house. He hurried back to the path––to the path where on Saturday afternoons he had walked with Sally Winthrop.
CHAPTER XXVIII
SEEING
He saw now. Blind fool that he had been, month after month! He sank on a bench and went back in his thoughts to the first time he had ever seen Sally Winthrop. She had reminded him that it was luncheon time, and when he had gone out she had been waiting for him. She must have been waiting for him, or he never would have found her. And she had known he was hungry.
“She’d want to be hungry with you,” Frances had said.