"That song has a lot of truth in it," he remarked. "The road is often a long one, and the night seems so long while waiting."
"Yes, but the song also expresses the pleasure that many enjoy while pursuing the dreams and traveling with 'you.' It depends a lot on who the 'you' is."
It was a pleasant October afternoon and there were many people riding and strolling through the park. Harold was thankful that it was cool enough for him to wear his light overcoat.
A car honked behind them and they stepped out of the road. Golter drove past. He lifted his hat and spoke very distantly. Ruth had declined an invitation to go riding with him that afternoon.
"Your special friend," Harold remarked.
"Don't put too much emphasis on the special if you would be exact in your expression," she replied.
As they were leaving the park they met two young ladies.
"Why, Ruth, for the land sakes! I haven't seen you for a coon's age."
"Mable, I certainly am glad to see you! What are you doing here?"
"I am visiting my cousin. Miss Babcock, my cousin, Miss Welty."