"Don't go yet. I want to talk to you."
"I don't think I ought." And then, with a whimsical smile, "And you ought to be out makin' the trees grow."
He laughed. "There's a lot of time for that."
She let him lead her to the divan again and sat, her fingers dovetailed around a slender knee.
"I—I'm sorry I made fun of you the other day," she confessed immediately.
"I didn't mind in the least."
"But you did seem to know it all," she said. And then smiled in the direction of the piano. "Now—I'm comin' to think you do. Even Shad says you're a wonder. I—I don't think he likes you, though——" she admitted.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't you care. Shad don't like anybody but himself and Goda'mighty—with God trailin' a little."
Peter smiled. Her singing voice may have been impersonal but one could hardly think that of her conversation.